Here’s the thing: I’m a girl and girls watch chick flicks. So, my apologies to Deathstroke and the rest of ya who prefer thrillers/animation/action. Actually, let’s put it this way: guys watch porn, girls turn to romance. There.
Amanda Seyfried is, at best, a lousy actress. Blue eyes, blonde hair and boobs arguably make her attractive but annoying as hell at the same time. Her love interest in the movie is apparently quite gay although nobody realizes it, not even the script writer. The plot is very Hallmarkish: she’s engaged, fiancé is an ego maniac, they end up in Italy where she meets her soul mate while on a quest to merge two lovers separated 50 years ago (played by Vanessa Redgrave and Frank Nero – real life couple, if anybody’s wondering and I know nobody is).
Anyhow, Verona looks lovely – more so than it generally is but, hey, that’s Hollywood! Gael Garcia Bernal as a self-absorbed fiancé is actually not that bad but the fact that he’s being type cast, again, takes all the charm away. I guess being Mexican in LA must be a bitch.
The most laughable part was, of course, when they drive around Tuscany looking for a guy who Vanessa Redgrave’s character was in love with some 5 odd decades ago. And once they find him, not only does he look great, rides a white horse and is a widower but….BUT….he has fond memories of her and, apparently, still cares enough to offer marriage.
Right.
There’s something called a one night stand after which people forget everything about the persons involved and continue living as if nothing happened. A year or two passes and you have a hard time trying to evoke the name, not to mention the face. Well, in this case, 50 years apparently made no difference….it must have been true love. Or some hardcore drugs we would all like to try out.
I give it 2 out of 10 (hoping for the drugs).
