||Burt and Verona are two characters rarely seen in the movies: thirtysomething, educated, healthy, self-employed, gentle, thoughtful, whimsical, not neurotic and really truly in love. Their great concern is finding the best place and way to raise their child, who is a bun still in the oven. For every character like this I've seen in the last 12 months, I've seen 20, maybe 30, mass murderers...The almost perfect relationship of the unmarried Verona and Burt seems to survive inside a bubble of their own devising, and since they can blow that bubble anywhere, they of course find the perfect home for it, in a scene of uncommon sunniness. They have been described as implausibly ideal, but you know what? So are their authors, Eggers and Vida. They are thirtysomethings. With two children. Novelists and essayists. He publishes McSweeney's, she edits the Believer...I submit that Eggers and Vida are admirable people. If their characters find they are superior to many people, well, maybe they are. "This movie does not like you," sniffs Tony Scott of the New York Times. Perhaps with good reason.