Lucy encounters just about every archetypical male, including the gentle, dying writer Alex Parrish (Jeremy Irons), who needs the healing energy she and the marijuana she has brought provide.
"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to have any more of that exotic brand of cigarette I've been smelling, would you?" is the way Alex introduces himself to Lucy. Broaching the subject of sex as they smoke, he muses, "Nothing is more transporting...except perhaps good grass."
I'd rather expected the worst, a kind of Last Tango in Paris meets Lolita. But perhaps because Tyler projects a kind of calm integrity in her roles, the film is elevated to a rare coming-of-age story for a woman with heart and soul. Lucy's final encounter with Alex (involving marijuana) is particularly touching.
Irons, of course, is superb. On the Craig Ferguson show in 2012, he confided that he gets ill when he drinks but "rare, you know, Friday nights" smokes marijuana. "There's one of those every week," countered Ferguson, "it's not that rare." Discussing Irons's breakthrough role as Charles Ryder opposite the alcoholic Sebastian in Brideshead Revisited, Irons said of marijuana, "it suits me a lot better, and I think does me much less harm."