I am always going to be predisposed to small, talky, meandering and largely plotless films featuring men about my age struggling with the realities of adult life. “Old Joy” like films like “Naked,” “Kicking and Screaming,” and “High Fidelity” largely puts a microphone up to a few characters and lets them wax poetic, often in unchecked streams of consciousness. “Old Joy” drops two friends into the Oregon woods, with a bag of weed, and a mountain of distance that has grown between them over the years. This voyage, like all great voyages, mostly unfolds in their minds, with nothing but memories left to bond them anymore. Accompanied by the near perfect score from Yo La Tengo, this film is a short 76 minute journey that says an incredible amount in a short time.