When you lay out the facts of The Age of Adaline, starring Blake Lively (no) as a woman who dies for two minutes via drowning until she is struck by lightning (buh), which renders her ageless for decades, with a daughter played by Ellen Burstyn (um) and an ex-love by Harrison Ford (barf), it makes you want to give up and watch 13 Going on 30 instead. That’s a body-confusion film to get behind. But somehow, Lee Toland Krieger’s big-studio follow-up to his delightful 2012 indie Celeste and Jesse Forever, believes in its own ridiculousness so earnestly that you get nearly fully behind it. Lively, the least interesting Travelling Pant by a notable amount, rivalling January Jones for sheer blonde blankness, keeps the actually-106-year-old Adaline chill enough so that she flies under the radar, aided by her choice to move every decade because the FBI is after her. This is all blown to hell when she falls in love with Michiel Huisman (Nashville’s Liam), whose dad is Ford, who loved Adaline in the ’60s. Ruh-roh! Ford really sells his part as the one who figures this insanity out, and Lively too acquits herself nicely acting with people much better than her. “Science” aside, The Age of Adaline is the kind of adult romantic drama that’s fallen out of favour, and it at least makes you consider how that is a shame.