One of its most endearing qualities is its insistence to never reduce its cast — which is made up
almost entirely of senior citizens — to the
jokey cliches that they so often are in films like Last Vegas.
In a climactic sexual encounter between Lopez and Clooney in a hotel bar and suite, this yields a piece of visual enchantment
almost worthy of another studio slave, Vincente Minnelli — a sequence involving
jokey foreplay, fluttery snowfall, blurry lights, discarded bits of clothing, voices drifting in and out of synch, and oodles of freeze - frames.