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On the Rocks

In many ways, On the Rocks is Sofia Coppola’s best film.

Following 2015’s amusing holiday special diversion, A Very Murray Christmas, the official reunion of the Oscar-winning screenwriter and her Lost in Translation star Bill Murray reaps the specific rewards that come with continued collaboration among inspired minds dedicated to building on past successes.

As a result, the pair’s second feature yields arguably the quintessential “late career” Murray performance from his renaissance that began with Rushmore (1999). Fed zinger after zinger by Coppola — who tailors the material to the national treasure’s strengths better than anyone not named Wes Anderson — Murray is an absolute pleasure and very well could find himself with some new hardware come awards season.

The conduit of these delights is Felix, a wealthy Don Juan type who comes to the aid of his daughter Laura (Rashida Jones) once she suspects her workaholic husband Dean (Marlon Wayans) of cheating on her with sexy new colleague Fiona (Jessica Henwick, Love and Monsters).

Murray and Jones exhibit strong comedic rapport while partaking in amateur sleuthing around New York City, during which they unearth a fair amount of poignant observations about marriage, parent-child relationships, and the eternal challenges of adulthood. But while the characters’ struggles and personal revelations are relatable, they’re nonetheless marred by the players’ borderline distracting wealth and privilege — an issue that’s plagued even Coppola’s finest work.

Sympathy obstacles aside, On the Rocks is an absolute blast and inspires memorable performances from its handful of supporting characters, namely Wayans — in his first mature role since 2000’s Requiem for a Dream — and Jenny Slate (Landline), hilarious in her handful of scenes as a chatty mom who treats waiting with Laura in the child pick-up line at school as free therapy sessions.

Whether the film is indeed better than Lost in Translation, however, is somewhat of an unfair question. While it’s difficult not to compare them, they have little in common narratively and tonally, with the 2003 work favoring a more soulful approach that leans heavily on existentialism and the mystique of its Japanese scenery.

But its 2020 counterpart is considerably funnier, its dialogue flows more naturally, and its grounded approach leads to a complete lack of pretension, suggesting an increased confidence by Coppola in her writing and directing. If that’s not a step forward, what is?

Grade: A-minus. Rated R. Available to stream starting Oct. 23 via Apple TV+

(Photo: A24)