by Cookie N Screen
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.
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.
Based on the best-selling novel Where Rainbows End (no, really, that’s its name) by Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie is about Alex and the titular Rosie who have been best friends all their lives and have face the ups and downs of being close buds. When a fleeting moment leads to a missed opportunity, they end up heading in different directions with Alex heading abroad and Rosie staying pregnant at home. While their lives spiral in and out of control – can overcome their complexities and find themselves in love again?
Directed by Christian Ditter and Juliette Towhidi, Love, Rosie is a complicated mess of clichés and shoddy writing. It is not as though it even tries, it just rummages through the garbage can of the countless amount of films that have come beforehand. Even the comedy is a mix of tropes; alcohol, sex and embarrassing slapstick that is barely coaxes a soft smile let alone any joy. The entire yarn is just that, unravelling with a premise that so closely resembles One Day which wasn’t even a great film. It’s a dull affair that I wish I could embellish on but because there isn’t much more than that weak plot thread. There is hardly any depth and no originality. It is boring. So so boring.
Directed by Christian Ditter and Juliette Towhidi, Love, Rosie is a complicated mess of clichés and shoddy writing. It is not as though it even tries, it just rummages through the garbage can of the countless amount of films that have come beforehand. Even the comedy is a mix of tropes; alcohol, sex and embarrassing slapstick that is barely coaxes a soft smile let alone any joy. The entire yarn is just that, unravelling with a premise that so closely resembles One Day which wasn’t even a great film. It’s a dull affair that I wish I could embellish on but because there isn’t much more than that weak plot thread. There is hardly any depth and no originality. It is boring. So so boring.
What holds this feeble film together is the endearing chemistry between leads Lily Collins and Sam Claflin who are both insanely better than this. Claflin, for a start, is one of those actors coming up the ranks of blockbusters and independent films, switching from genre to genre so successfully that his eyes are tinged with the golden slew of awards coming his way. In the meantime, Collins has enthusiastically dazzled as Snow White and much more poignantly in The Blind Side (we’re chosing to ignore The Mortal Instruments for your benefit). With that in mind, the excellent pair scintillating on screen, it’s shame that the plot and god-awful dialogue lets them down. This is actually a film where you grow bored of watching Claf-chin romping around in all his sultry glory. Think about that.
Yawn inducing dribble that does nothing for the film industry but offer us pretty people who have could’ve ended this whole debacle by admitting to each other that they have feelings. I mean, it’s not that hard -
“Oh hey, I fancy you.”
“Oh really, I fancy you too”
“Want to go out?”
“Sure.”
But instead, Love, Rosie spends less than two hours and many years in story toeing over their emotions. That’s mainly because it’s supposedly much more engaging to watch a story unfold predictably rather than put the pair together immediately and see how their relationship evolves.
Love Rosie?
I think not.
Yawn inducing dribble that does nothing for the film industry but offer us pretty people who have could’ve ended this whole debacle by admitting to each other that they have feelings. I mean, it’s not that hard -
“Oh hey, I fancy you.”
“Oh really, I fancy you too”
“Want to go out?”
“Sure.”
But instead, Love, Rosie spends less than two hours and many years in story toeing over their emotions. That’s mainly because it’s supposedly much more engaging to watch a story unfold predictably rather than put the pair together immediately and see how their relationship evolves.
Love Rosie?
I think not.
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