Romantic drama starring Richard Gere and Diane Lane, about two people enduring particularly tough moments in their lives, who find strength in each other.
With the passing of the Valentine’s season, Chick Flick movies still seem to be prevalent, and I myself watched this Gere-tastic love-fest the other night. All the typical mushy stuff is there: your strong, brooding guy with a troubled tale of woe, the woman with an ex who crushes her soul, and the two fall head over heels in a picturesque setting. As you can imagine, this film contained almost no twists and turns.
Based on a book by Nicholas Sparks, this romantic movie is quite bland. Gere does offer a pretty convincing performance, offering up some moody moments of dark intrigue, and Lane is a strong personality for the role of ignored house-wife, but neither of the two can stop this film being boring. Rather than give something new to the genre, the movie instead opts for tired routines, and achingly long sequences of goo.
One of the only interesting parts of the film, is actually the relationship between Gere and his son, played by James Franco. The tension between the two is quite compelling, but only dwelt on for a short time, and ends up being resolved in quite a mundane fashion.
Not a horrible film, but not memorable, or entertaining.
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