"She Came to Me" exists in between things: airy romance and psychological depth; operatic fantasy and gritty reality; farce and fatalism. Writer-director Rebecca Miller executes that balancing act with lighthearted audacity in a film that aspires, with fitful success, to resurrect the lost art of screwball comedy...
Pat's the kind of person most filmmakers would turn into a shrew, or shallow self-deceiver. But Miller casts a generous, sympathetic eye on all of her characters, who throughout "She Came to Me" intersect with balletic, if not always believable, bursts of grace.
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