HOSE of us with a soft spot for James Gandolfini the size of, well, James Gandolfini, will revel in the chance to see The Sopranos heavyweight's final performance, in this thoughtful romantic comedy.
The Emmy and Golden Globe winner assured his place in the pantheon of the greats the first time he ambled out onto his New Jersey driveway in his bathrobe as depressed mob boss Tony Soprano.
And it is a pleasure to see him play to his softer side in Enough Said.
The piece sees a divorced man on the hunt for second-chance love.
The onscreen chemistry between James and Julia Louise-Dreyfuss, playing his new girlfriend, is winning and sweet.
Even their bedroom scenes feel genuine: slightly awkward, tender and underscored with flashes of humour.
Massage therapist Eva (Louis-Dreyfus) is separated from her husband Jason (Phillip Brock) but still lives with their beautiful daughter, Ellen (Tracey Fairaway), who is poised to fly the nest for college. Impending solitude sends Eva into an emotional spiral and she seeks comfort in the company of her best friend Sarah (Toni Collette), whose marriage to husband Will (Ben Falcone) is beset with bickering.
They invite Eva to a party where she meets a television archivist called Albert (James Gandolfini). A nervous first date sparks tender romance that promises to blossom into something deeper.
At the same party, Eva woos a new client, a celebrated poet who doesn't have a nice word to say about her ex-husband or his bizarre eating habits. Eva realises with a jolt that Marianne's ex-husband Albert is the very same man she is dating.
Secretly stuck in the middle between Albert and Marianne, Eva struggles to reveal her coincidental connection to the feuding former spouses, while covertly gathering details about their failed relationship.
Holofcener's dialogue trips off the tongue, peppered with some meaty one-liners, and when the fledgling romance is threatened once Albert discovers Eva's deception, things get genuinely upsetting.
Not to mention when the film's dedication rolls up with the closing credits.
Love hurts whether you're an impetuous teenager or old enough to know better.