Film Review: Love, Rosie
Love, Rosie, or more accurately, don’t love Rosie. And I mean that in regards to the film as a whole, not necessarily the character Rosie. In fact, Rosie may be one of the only characters with a certain likability, but more on the problematic characters of the film later.
I was hugely mistaken when I sat down to watch Love, Rosie about the type of film I thought I was going to view. I was very tired, slightly ill and wanted something easy and fun. Love, Rosie was not that film. I had judged the film, not on the cover (because otherwise the baby thing would have not been such a surprise), but on the title and the two leads. Sam Claflin and Lily Collins are both young and attractive, and what this generally means in film world is a whimsical romantic-comedy where, despite some stress along the way, it all ends happily. I wasn’t entirely wrong, but I did not expect the ride to get to the entirely predictable ending.
The summary of the plot will lead you to the same expectations I had; two childhood friends who are obviously perfectly suited for one another, yet can’t see it themselves, go through an immense amount of trials and tribulations until they come to the realisation that everyone else did years ago about what they mean to one another. However, the trials and tribulations they go through are rather dramatic and far more life changing than the usual generic fall outs that couples in these types of films tend to have. Therefore there is some praise for the film in that, despite being massively predictable, it does deal with a number of tough subject matters and it does so in a couple of these cases rather well.
However, this is where the differences between Love, Rosie and every other formulaic rom-com ends. Firstly, characterisation is a big issue. Apart from the characters portrayed by Sam Claflin and Lily Collins, Alex and Rosie respectively, every other character is one dimensional; a stereotype of the type of character they are there to portray. For example, Jaime Winstone’s character who is best friend to Rosie. Jaime Winstone is great with what she is given, but this is the typical feisty, independent best friend who the main character leans on for support yet we find out very little about them as their own person. Ergo, whilst we can enjoy the characters, and it makes it quite difficult to really care about any of the supporting characters and really, I’m not even sure if we’re meant to. Their main role appears just to be there to help move the plot along.
On the subject of the plot itself, praise is given for the issues it’s tackling but overall, it’s rather clunky, contrived and really takes its time to reach the obvious ending. The screenplay is based on the novel ‘Where Rainbows End’ by Cecelia Ahern, and it would be interesting to read the source material and compare because the storytelling of the film is slightly problematic.
On the whole, Love, Rosie is definitely not awful or hate-worthy. However, it is also not anything to get overly excited about nor is it breaking any grounds in its genre. The two leads are maybe it’s strongest point of praise; Collins and Claflin are likeable, have good chemistry and you can’t deny that you are rooting for them. However, it is explicitly evident that they are going to get there in the end, therefore you eventually just get a bored of everything that is stopping them from getting to that happy end point, and I think this is the film’s ultimate downfall.