(Rated R,94 mins.) Suzette (Goldie Hawn) is a leftover groupie from the 60s tromping around in belly shirts and hip-huggers, proving women are still appealing at age 40 plus. For 20 years she’s worked as a bartender remembering when “Jim Morrison passed out on top of her in a bathroom.” When she loses her job and needs rent money, she decides to hightail it back to Phoenix to see her all time best pal, Vinnie (Susan Sarandon), who has since become a wife, mother and pillar of the community. Translation: Sex, drugs and rock and roll are no longer in her vocabulary. En route to Phoenix, Suzette picks up a frustrated screenwriter, Harry (Geoffrey Rush) who has his own mission in Phoenix. When Suzette and Vinnie finally have their reunion, the movie becomes ghosts in our closets. The theme is facing the facts that one can never escape whatever social class you really hailed from. Seems life is more complicated being a “together” person like Vinnie, then a tattooed free-spirit like Suzette. The women do a marvelous job at a “Thelma and Louise” revisited, with a don’t feel dead just because you’re married appeal. Rush’s character’s sole purpose subplot is to build himself up through Hawn’s character, while Sarandon learns to tear herself down. It may be trite, but the movie rings true.
