I was charmed by this sweet and funny little film. Morgan Freeman basically plays himself: an actor in the middle of a dry, four-year-long cinematic spell. He is driven to a small grocery store in a Hispanic neighborhood to do an hour or so of research for a movie he has yet to commit to. His ride never returns, and he is stuck with no cash (except a useless Diner’s Card) or numbers to call (they had just recently been changed for security reasons, and he didn’t know the new numbers). Paz Vega, a feisty clerk, grudgingly agrees to take him home after she takes care of her own plans that afternoon.
It is bittersweet to watch these two strangers connect, knowing that they will never see each other again.