Emma Morley (Anne Hathaway) and Dexter Mayhew (Jim Sturgess)
meet on the day of their graduation from university in 1988. They almost sleep together but
decide to become friends instead. Over the next twenty years, their friendship,
career prospects and relationships fluctuate wildly. She becomes a waitress and
then a teacher and dates an unsuccessful comedian (Rafe Spall). He travels, then becomes an irritating TV presenter, much to the chagrin of his parents
(Patricia Clarkson and Ken Stott), and gets engaged to the glamorous Sylvie
(Romola Garai). Emma and Dexter fight, they fall out, they make up, they reminisce, blah,
blah, blah. You all know where it's heading.
With a film as boring and predictable as this, you'd at
least hope to be drawn to the characters. No such luck here. Hathaway is fine
as the boring and straight-laced Emma (even if her "Yorkshire" accent
isn't) but Sturgess' character is so awful, so inherently unlikeable, the only
thing I found myself wishing for him was that he die a slow and painful death.
You're clearly meant to root for the two of them to get together but he's such
an utter twat and she's so boring that I didn't give a shit what happened to
either of them.
I struggled to think of anything I enjoyed about this film.
The narrative is quite interesting, flashing forward in time year by year, and
some of the supporting characters are well-acted. Other than that, there are no
positives here at all.
This film has almost nothing to offer but boredom and
misery. A plodding and predictable plot, burdened by one of the most detestable characters I've seen in a very long time.
2 out of 10.
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