How could a movie with Meryl Streep, Dianne Wiest, and Candice Bergen be anything but wonderful? Judging by "Let Them All Talk," all that is required is too many minutes of pointless dialogue, young people having inane conversations, and old people dredging up their boring sexual histories. It is difficult to care about why Streep as a literary icon drags two friends from college that she hasn't seen in decades on an ocean voyage to collect an award and visit an obscure writer's grave in the U.K. Also in tow, for God knows what reason, is her impossibly unsophisticated nephew. Some things do eventually become clear, but by then all tension is gone and you still don't really know what is driving her. It's all very literary and snobbish and tedious.
Review of Let Them All Talk
