There are certain genres out there that need to take a step back and re-evaluate their formula. They just need to take a long hard look at themselves, grab a big chunk of fat and go “oh hey, this needs to go.” Perhaps all of them need to shake it up but the biggest culprits are definitely action, horror and romance. However, the former pair seem to be heading to that treadmill to becoming svelte and sexy again with John Wick and It Follows billed as the hottest movies of 2015. Romance, however, hasn’t headed to the cinematic gym since (500) Days of Summer and lounges munching 50 Shades of Grey doughnuts. Maybe I’ve stretched this metaphor too thin but generally, romance finds itself in a cycle of shoddy plots and predictability.
And Love, Rosie is no different.