I like to tell people that I’m at that age, the age when so many people I know are getting married that my vacations now revolve around weddings. (As a friend of mine would say: That’s a first-world problem.) For everyone getting married, thinking of getting married or thinking about when they might have the chance to get married, I recommend the recently released film, We Don’t Live Here Anymore.

Caveat: I guess I recommend it not for those who want the feelings induced by a movie like, say, Father of the Bride, but to those who want to see an honest, emotional look at the common problems of some marriages. Because it’s been called among other things “an anatomy of adultery,” you can surmise that it’s not exactly an advertisement for the happier aspects of marriage.

The rewards of enduring some discomfort, though, are great. Outside of some dated attitudes (woman as stay-at-home mom and housekeeper), the movie is a heart-breaking look at guilt, exhaustion, ambition, and love. The short summary is that two couples sleep with each other (men with women). Both marriages lean precipitously toward being dissolved. At turns, you end up hating both the male characters, one of whom is played by Mark Ruffalo of another indie triumph, You Can Count on Me. But it’s the nuanced, complicated feelings the movie extracts from you that really make it worth seeing.

If you’re at that age, it’s as good a time as any.

Vinnee Tong