Feast of Love

I found this film as a result of searching on the name of Charles Baxter. His name appeared on the back of Schlepping through the Alps. This film is based on one of Baxter's books. The mp3 version of that book is described thus: From "one of our most gifted writers" (Chicago Tribune), here is a superb new novel that delicately unearths the myriad manifestations of extraordinary love between ordinary people. In vignettes both comic and sexy, men and women speak of and desire their ideal mates: The owner of a coffee shop recalls the day his first wife seemed to achieve a moment of simple perfection; a young couple spends hours at the coffee shop fueling the idea of their fierce love; a professor of philosophy, stopping by for a cup of coffee, makes a valiant attempt to explain what he knows to be the inexplicable working of the human heart. Their voices resonate with each other and come together in a tapestry that depicts the most irresistible arena of life.

 The movie is adapted to feature Morgan Freeman, the philosophy professor, and sex. Freeman is, of course, wonderful. It is not a demanding role, and he hits a double with ease. Maybe a triple. No, a double. The rest of the film is a bunch of singles. The film works, yes, but the sex is gratuitous and overdone.