Dick: Hi I'm Dick
Rosie: Of Course, you are.
So what! I am a sucker for a chick flick, I can’t help it.
With Sam Claflin doing such a wonderful job as Finnick Odair in The Hunger
Games, who could possible resist that Riot Club boy smile? I sure couldn't. So
here is where I confess to having watched Love, Rosie. Oh the Shame! A classic
will-they-won’t-they story between Rosie and Alex played by Lily Collins and
Sam Claflin respectively. Mixed with a
lot of really bad timing, it’s wonderfully cringe worthy. It’s got some great
little slice of life moments which are in my opinion few and far between. Any
of these moments then get totally pushed aside by some unsurprising
Hollywood-isms. I have a big issue with some of the language used (not bad
language, I mean geographically); two supposedly quintessential British
teenagers were far too Americanised. This was pre Alex moving to America to
study at Harvard; yes of course it was going to be Harvard.
The cast were
great, they were emotive and fun. Lily Collins is enchanting and that isn't
just because of those incredible eyebrows! She is really charismatic and excels
at the part of Rosie; I can’t help but think that Rosie should have been a more
salt of the earth kind of girl. Jaime Winstone provided a wonderful best friend
to Rosie, but it stuck to the same archetypes that every chick flick/ teen
romance does. The best friends are what
can only be described as bubbly and fun and the women that are projected as the
enemy are much taller, much more beautiful, blonde and not quite as nice as the
heroine. So you equally envy and dislike them. There are no real surprises in
this movie but fun to say the least and most definitely a mid-week girl’s night
in movie.
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