I appreciate both the cast and the sentiment of The Private Lives of Pippa Lee, a Rebecca Miller (The Ballad of Jack and Rose, wife of Daniel Day-Lewis) movie adapted herself from her own novel. It stars Robin Wright Penn, Blake Lively, Keanu Reeves, Winona Ryder, Mario Bello, and even Monica Belluci.
It doesn’t look like an amazing film, but I like the idea. Of our lives stacked on top of our past lives. Of becoming different people over time, only to look back on our past selves with disappointment or, vice versa, feeling as though our present selves would be a disappointment to our past selves. It’s something everyone of a certain age struggles with, I suspect. I’d like to think that the high school version of myself would appreciate myself as a Dad, but then again, looking back, I don’t think I’d get along that well with my younger self. Fortunately, it’s not something I’m terribly preoccupied with, but that seems to be the premise of The Private Lives of Pippa Lee: A woman grappling with the realization that she’s not who she was meant to be, and is it too late to become what she’d hoped to be?
Or maybe I’m reading too much into the trailer. Maybe I should look up the logline, which would reveal that that’s not what this movie is about at all. That it’s really just a movie about a woman forced to move into a retirement home with her much older husband (Arkin) and having an affair with a younger man (Reeves). I should really stop over-thinking things: