Special to The Washington Post Call 'My One and Only,' directed by British veteran Richard Loncraine, a coming-of-rage summer saga. But without any sizzle. Set in the 1950s, it chronicles the cross-country trip taken by Upper West Sider Anne Deveraux (Renee Zellweger) when she finally leaves her womanizing, band-leader husband (Kevin Bacon) and takes her two teen-age sons with her. She buys a Caddy and off they go, from city to city, seeking a new husband and daddy. Sons George (Logan Lerman) and Robbie (Mark Rendall) watch with eye-rolling dismay as Anne works her way through a collection of old flames and new prospects. Most turn out to be bums, heels, users or psychos. As George, the central character and narrator of the story, Lerman has the most believable presence in the picture. But he has to work with Rendall's one-note turn as his quippy gay brother, and Zellweger's off-note performance as a sort of Blanche DuBois of Manhattan. In fact, there seems to be nothing original in the picture. The atmospheric backdrop seems begged, borrowed or stolen from a 1950s TV show. The movie finds every cliche of the period deeply intriguing. Hey, the 1950s were kooky! There was nuclear testing! Everyone was into marketing and conformity! People smoked in planes! The women had big hair! And those Cadillacs with their tail fins. ... Even if you can get past this feeling of retread decor and atmosphere, you'll still have to buy into a story that wants to celebrate quirkiness and individuality in the face of Eisenhower-era conformity, but ends up doing the opposite. It makes its attitude and commentary seem inauthentic and the 1950s establishment it appears to mock seem original by comparison. 'My One and Only' PG-13, 109 minutes Contains profanity and sexual themes and situations. 