Alas, it’s a dreary road movie about two loners who, you know, bond over life’s mishaps.
Firth’s Wallace Avery is divorced, estranged from his teenage son, and on the outs in his work (it’s not clear what he does).
En route he meets “Mike” (Blunt), a kleptomaniac with commitment issues, at a seedy motel.
They embark on one of those maundering, life-lessony odysseys that filmmakers love but audiences rarely do.
The film, directed by Dante Ariola and written by Becky Johnston, asks the question: Is it possible to truly start life all over again? “Arthur Newman” might have been better if it had not started at all.
Grade: C- (Rated R for sexual content, language and brief drug use.)