What Manglehorn needed was more of a mood. This is meant to be a melancholy picture, a study of a single, solitary man ruing his long, lost love. Yet everything looks very bright here. The park, the bank, even the empty apartment is lit like it’s another standard, run of the mill picture. I was reminded of Gordon Green’s own All the Real Girls, and the sense of nostalgia it had. That is what this movie needed more of.