Two very fine performances by actors at opposite ends of their careers give Solitary Man its buoyancy. Michael Douglas, as Ben Kalmen, a silver-tongued devil in an Italian suit, needs no introduction, but Imogen Poots would probably steal this movie right out from under him if she had a more substantial role. As it is, the 21-year-old (playing 18) is at the latest intersection on Kalmen’s road to ruin. He has no one to blame but himself for falling from the heights of individual success—family, career, a spot of fame—to being a skirt-chasing, broke 60-year-old whose heart might explode at any moment. This film could have been a comedy or a dark drama; and although Solitary Man is still smart and entertaining, it probably should have chosen one or the other instead of throwing a softball right down the middle.