Time Out says
Two struggling souls come together to pull off a hoax on a world that's rejected them, in this powerhouse showcase for Melissa McCarthy and Richard E. Grant.
The specific New York City of 1991—somehow harsher and more wintry, and still, a place of cozy antiquarian bookstores and down-on-their-luck dreamers in overcoats—comes to life in Can You Ever Forgive Me?, based on an actual literary misadventure. Paul Simon’s percolating, anxious “Can’t Run But” dominates the movie’s soundtrack, and no number of scenes shot in Julius’s warm bar, the whiskey flowing, can shake that restless mood. It’s atmosphere brewed to an expert degree of exactitude.
With $14 in her wallet and a sad existence of sleeping in her clothes in a fly-infested apartment she can no longer afford, author Lee Israel (Melissa McCarthy, easing into a rich, quietly dramatic turn) has reached the end of the line. Bristly and abrasive, she can’t sell her fusty celebrity biographies anymore; she steals toilet paper from her agent’s swanky pad and pushes away her lonely dead-end reality. Your heart leaps when she meets a bitchy kindred spirit in Jack (Richard E. Grant, uncorking the performance of his career), also coasting on an air of borrowed time: another gay survivor who remembers when things were easier.
Honestly, that would have been enough for a film, especially when it has acting this relaxed, a witty, sad script (adapted from the late Israel’s memoir by Nicole Holofcener and Jeff Whitty) and The Diary of a Teenage Girl’s Marielle Heller behind the camera directing. But the movie is also a literary-hoax thriller, a slightly busy one, with Lee learning how to turn her esoteric knowledge into cold hard cash by forging famous letters—purchasing old typewriters, browning stationery in ovens, etc.—which Jack then fences. The cops close in but until then, as with Six Degrees of Separation, there’s a tricky sense of euphoria that comes with Lee’s self-delusional windfall. “It’s my writing,” she insists, her pride rearing, completely lost in the ruse.
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