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By ELLA TAYLOR

Published on March 24, 2009 at 10:21am

Again, grumpy old geezers are burnished into old dears just in time for Christmas by a rosy young beauty with problems of her own. The twist here: The embittered seniors languishing in an Irish retirement home appear to be former flower children, on account of them swearing like troopers and sneaking tokes whenever Authority leaves the room. It was surely the shrinking employment opportunities in British film, rather than the caliber of the material, that attracted such a stellar cast to this ensemble piece adapted from a short story by Maeve Binchy, a superior pop-fiction writer. When Pat O'Connor made a movie from another Binchy novel, the charming 1995 Circle of Friends, it launched the admittedly brief career of Minnie Driver. Though directed capably enough by Anthony Byrne, I don't see How About You doing anything for Hayley Atwell (Brideshead Revisited, The Duchess) that she hasn't already done for herself. As the rosy young beauty, she pluckily holds her own against the best in the business — Vanessa Redgrave as a boozy, faded screen star; Imelda Staunton and Brenda Fricker as sheltered spinsters put away before their time; and Joss Ackland as an angry widower waiting to die. But the only crowds this stodgy little movie is likely to please will be home on a Saturday night, watching PBS.