My Salinger Year

The film fails to effectively seize on how its main character's life and work experiences have affected her as a person and artist.

It's a coming-of-age story told with a sophistication that only makes it all the more touching. In recalling her youth, Rakoff is revisiting a time which has a nostalgic glow attached to it for anyone remotely interested in the power of the written word.

My Salinger Year is a satisfying watch, although perhaps not one of the year's most memorable films as such.

All of this comes across strongly in the film, but on one occasion Falardeau takes a really bold step into fantasy...

But really it's a movie, essentially familiar in structure and tone, that owes everything to a pair of knockout performances. It's a casting triumph.

This has open horizons, and a winning naïveté.

Qualley and Weaver are the feature's obvious highlights... their back-and-forth provides the film with its spark (and, for Weaver fans, even recalls her Oscar-nominated supporting role in 1988 workplace comedy Working Girl).

The gleaming presence of up-and-comer Margaret Qualley bolsters an otherwise mildly entertaining reheating of The Devil Wears Prada story template, only here built around the enduring mystique of J.D. Salinger.

A gentle, compassionate film about a young woman's entrance into an adult world where secrets - both professional and personal - reveal themselves slowly, and occasionally with devastating impact.

A sweet, perfectly agreeable affair that, if nothing else, confirmed the star presence of Margaret Qualley and gave us Sigourney Weaver in some seriously delicious '90s garb.