The title of indie maverick Henry Jaglom's 19th feature, The M Word, refers with a delightfully foreboding irony to menopause, as in the female "change of life." Jaglom should be lauded as one of the only directors in movie history brave enough to tread into this thematic arena. The central asset of the picture, however, involves its ability to take its ostensible concept -- so obviously a niche theme -- and subtly expand it in unexpected ways. Therein lies Jaglom's finest gift. And though this isn't a perfect film, it has its director's trademark greatness running through it.
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