John Krasinski
When someone submits and agrees to indulge themselves in a Nancy Meyers film, it ignites this certain sense of familiarity – a picturesque IKEA universe, bubbly fumbling characters, light-hearted fun and laughs and a strong subliminal estrogen-driven perspective – they must be alright with that. Nancy Meyers may not be the next auteur extraordinaire, but nonetheless, it seems quite unfair not to consider her an auteur either. Meyers’ films offer a sense of female empowerment, placing many women in relatable situations of mature love, divorced emotions and exuberantly romantic over-the-top love triangles. It’s Complicated is no different. Although at times...



