The life of Portia Nathans, a smart admission officer in Princeton, who years ago, left her son for adoption and travels to take that job, has been turned upside down, when she helps a high school guy to have a tour, she has been shocked by finding out that he is her own son.
What is most distressing about Admission is that it serves as further evidence that Tina Fey, despite her dominance of the small screen, has not yet mastered the big one.
Because all these narrative threads are presented with equal emphasis, no single one feels fully developed. And Fey and Rudd's screen time together is rushed; audiences don't get the chance to become invested in their characters.
It is neither a broad comedy nor a dopey rom-com; it's actually, surprisingly enough, a seriocomic drama in something resembling the Alexander Payne mold, a slightly eccentric examination of flawed people doing their very best.
This is certainly an interesting idea, though the movie is badly handicapped by Fey, who must venture beyond her usual snippiness into scenes of genuine poignancy and proves unequal to the task.
