This is a very watchable film (2010), with some very good performances. Laura Linney, contrary to type, plays a heartless and obstinate widow — and plays her character well, even with her native gifts of sympathetic eyes and gentle ways. Anthony Hopkins plays an aging gay dandy with a golden heart all the same — and plays it well too. I particularly liked the young would-be author and the young mother he becomes attracted to in the encampment in Uruguay. There were annoying bits, I confess. I wish the writers had come out earlier in the film that the would-be author was trying to write his doctoral dissertation — and not just some vaguely defined “book.” (I did some pondering afterward as to why the writers did that — and maybe you will too.) The would-be author’s official girlfriend, back at the University of Colorado’s literature faculty, was substantially overdrawn, IMHO, and, with that, too easily disliked for a plausible romance between them to have happened. Yet the film had traction in its truths. And the final scene, at the opera, in New York City was a wonderful way to find resolution for the intertwined stories. The very tall figures on the stage, in luminous colors, were an eyeful too. Very watchable film. Like I said.