Consider the opening scene: A couple drunkenly stagger into an apartment — the woman clinging to a drink — and collapse on the floor, intent on sloppy, impassioned lovemaking. But the fellow blacks out, and the woman loudly curses, enraged at her unconscious date. Then she passes out. And there you have it: “For Love,” a portrait of women in their mid-30s struggling in recession-ravaged Dublin, might be called “Bad Sex and the City.” But that would be reductive. It is much, much more.
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