Away We Go (R, 2009)

Put it this way: It sure takes a long time for AWAY WE GO to get anywhere, but once there, the full impact of its storyline hits you behind the knees. Director Sam Mendes, who frames his scenes beautifully, meanders, and consequently, the film can grate like a too-long road trip. But, just like most long car rides, the destination feels worthy of all the trouble it took to get there, even if it doesn't erase it altogether.

Written by novelist Dave Eggers and his wife/fellow writer, Vendela Vida, the script feels fresh and new, stripped of the usual mileposts (the caricatures, the not-so-surprising twists). The actors do their work justice: Maggie Gyllenhaal is hilarious as an Earth mother far too earthy for her own good, and Krasinski is a lovable, slightly lost teddy bear of a boyfriend, wonderfully giving and sometimes inept. But the film is all Rudolph's. A comic veteran of Saturday Night Live, she's surprisingly potent in a drama; when the camera lingers on her, the worry is palpable. And when she gets her heartening ending, it's hard not to care.