The grimly efficient non rom com unfairly reviewed
It concerns a young woman who is Sandra Bullock though she is not Sandra Bullock. She is in fact, it is revealed, Rachel McAdams.
Not Sandra Bullock experiences no sexual desire in service to her administrative job in television news. Nevertheless, she dutifully accepts the wry ministrations of a handsome void-about-town unconcerned with her conviction that she truly wants nothing from this world. Well she is a very busy and serious person you see. Good must be done by someone.
At any rate, Platonic Ideal McAdams gets a job in the city and meets Harrison Ford, who growls what are presumably words in a bestial throated pur. His breath barely finds itself buttressed by tongue.
As his handler, she must convince him to stop growling so she can feed him chum from a large bucket. This occupies much of the first act.
At the turn of the second, Harrison Ford suddenly realizes he's still alive. Chaos ensues.
Whereupon Rachel McAdams, her no doubt prodigious id shrouded in subtextual mystery, pursues her chummy endeavors to drive forward the enjeux.
Which culminate in Harrison Ford's brief but doomed manifestation as a sentient being - time enough at least to twist his long-unused lips into a mostly benign smile, which he bestows upon Rachel McAdams as she glows past him into her own spring. Also, you see her butt in panties, but it's in cowardly wide angle.
All in all, a sad testament to late capitalism's loss of its own erotic grandeur.
PS. Production design was capable.