This movie is easy to watch because it's beautifully filmed, depicting a halcyon side of Los Angeles which in reality, only a privileged few ever see, far less live. And the acting is very good, too. But the script is gapingly immature (the young female disrupter stroking a snake-skin left by the side of her bed early in the story is an almost unforgiveably clumsy metaphor!), and though released in only 2012, is already dated due to the seismic shifts of the MeToo movement. In summary, it's a familiar story of adults mishandling their mislife crises and an ambitious young woman having to navigate her way through them, despite being the (much) younger adult in the situation - which she should have some protection within; instead, her champion turns predator, then turns her out of the house when she refuses to complete the fulfilment of his fantasy mistress-wish, while his wife - an otherwise patient therapist accustomed to listening to self-absorbed bratty celebrities and who presumably has an understanding of human behaviour - calls him out on his 'crush' (which he, with typical male dishonesty, denies) but fails to help him come to grips with it before it takes a more serious turn, and denies him her honest feelings about his feelings, closing the call-out with a superficial "Don't embarrass me" (signalling to him that as long as he keeps a relationship with a much younger woman clandestine, she doesn't really mind - which, we soon discover, isn't true).
Ultimately this male in a classic midlife crisis can count his lucky stars that the women he is involved with both have a sounder understanding of the situation than he does, and both act on that - herding him back into his enviable way of life from which he had temporarily strayed, honour intact (superficially, anyway). He pays no price for his transgressions, while the young ingenue goes home with the somewhat improved files of her avant-garde museum movie piece, wiser about the ways of wicked L. A...gee, thanks, that sucks so much!! Sheesh.
Ultimately this male in a classic midlife crisis can count his lucky stars that the women he is involved with both have a sounder understanding of the situation than he does, and both act on that - herding him back into his enviable way of life from which he had temporarily strayed, honour intact (superficially, anyway). He pays no price for his transgressions, while the young ingenue goes home with the somewhat improved files of her avant-garde museum movie piece, wiser about the ways of wicked L. A...gee, thanks, that sucks so much!! Sheesh.