Rachel Rosenthal

The New Age -- A hip couple who open a trendy L.A. Boutique to finance a 'civilized' divorce in a biting tale of our times.

"Your inner child is running us into bankruptcy!" Katherine Witner screams at her newly jobless husband Peter. "Why don't you get in touch with your inner adult?" A with-it L.A. couple scrambles to avoid being without it in the sharply witty The New Age. Following up his biting screenplay for The Player, writer/director Michael Tolkin now bursts the balloons of more La-La-Land sham and scam. Peter Weller and Judy Davis play the Witners, a trendy twosome with more dollars than sense as they careen along a downhill path of mad business pursuits, sexual escapades, new-age babble and questionable spiritualism. In a glitzy society where everyone's born to shop, the Witners are starting to drop - and they're going like the '90s in "the sexiest, smartest comedy this decade has produced" (Polly Frost, Harper's Bazaar).

A hip couple who open a trendy L.A. Boutique to finance a "civilized" divorce in a biting tale of our times.

A hip couple who open a trendy L.A. Boutique to finance a "civilized" divorce in a biting tale of our times.