Blake Edwards’s rueful comedy about aging, sickness, and death (a comely trio on anyone’s social calendar) casts Jack Lemmon as an architect who can’t quite face an impending birthday celebration and Julie Andrews as his stoically even-keeled wife. The screenplay was cowritten by Edwards’s longtime analyst and plays like it: every twopenny insight into the wistful ironies of late middle age (the film’s precious title is both a symptom and a cue) drops from the heavens like some hitherto unrevealed truth. Polished and professional—and personal, in Edwards’s usual smarmy way—but authentic accomplishment can’t keep pace with the infatuated ambition. With Sally Kellerman, Robert Loggia, Jennifer Edwards, Rob Knepper, and Felicia Farr (1986).