This is taken from Nora Ephron's book about her marriage to Watergate champ Carl Bernstein. Streep and Nicholson play the two journalists (under different names), although you will be forgiven if this fact passes you by. For the substance of the film is the kind of Guardian
Women's Page slop in which the getting and raising of babies is suddenly a unique experience, deemed to be of undying interest to all observers, and the greatest tragedy in a woman's life is the discovery of her husband's adultery. Real life in between is supplied by dinner party gossip and group therapy. A movie of colossal inconsequence. Heartburn? No, just a bad attack of wind. CPea.