I despaired of seeing a really good movie ever again. 
Then came Hope Springs.

Granted, I would pay good money to see Meryl Streep or Tommy Lee Jones read a phone book, but here they have a damn good script, great surrounding cast and location, and master director David Frankel (The Devil Wore Prada) to aid and abet.
Things are looking up.
Must mention Steve Carrell, who held the helm as the shrink that pulled it and them together.

WARNING: 

it may make you want to have sex again.