The Diane Keaton Industrial Complex is a fascinating and understudied media mini-phenomenon. Once or twice a year for the past six or so years, she anchors an ensemble comedy about the perils and pleasures of getting older, surrounded by a fabulous Oscar-worthy cast, in which she essentially plays “Diane Keaton,” a cartoonishly frazzled, over-dressed caricature of Diane Keaton.
You can probably guess that over the course of the weekend, these longtime camp friends are going to thrill at being back together and delight in their old crushes before old resentments come rushing out. They’ll all do a bit of self-reflection and have an epiphany about their current stasis, and then proceed to the teary catharsis and a renewed approach to life. There are sparks of insight that do emerge, before being doused by some prank or pratfal or, regretfully, a food fight .