Portia (Tina Fey) craves order. She's worked in the Princeton admissions office for 16 years, ruthlessly separating the perfect from the not quite. John (Paul Rudd, too affably bland for our Tina) runs an alternative school and one day he calls her, pleading the case of Jeremiah (Nat Wolff), an unconventional student who might or might not be the son Portia gave up for adoption. Director Paul Weitz (About a Boy) sidesteps romcom fatigue. Yes, Portia is uptight (she overtrims her bonsai), but Fey's integrity humanizes her, and her dignity ensures an absence of farts, boobs, diarrhea or frantic John Hamm humping. Instead, Admission contrasts the Princeton aspirants' desperation for acceptance with nonconformism. Portia's mom (Lily Tomlin) is an unrepentant second wave feminist, ideologically pure but not really happy. John's do-gooding wanderlust exasperates his adopted son, who craves stability. When does freedom become a trap, and when does a conventional life provide freedom?