The film adaptation of Cecelia Ahern’s 2004 bestseller novel, Where Rainbows End, has all the heart and charm of P.S I
Love You, but the storyline fails to strike it lucky when it comes to finding its pot of gold.
The oh-so-familiar will-they-won’t they plotline comes into play in Love, Rosie, with the two main characters creating
most of their scenes around longing glances and simmering sexual tension (think of Dawson and Joey in Dawson’s Creek and
you’ll get the picture).
Rosie (Collins) and Alex (Claflin) are like two peas in a pod since they were kids and it’s clear that the pair have an
attraction to each other. As the unspoken lovebirds prepare to enter the real world and graduate from high school, Alex
is offered a medical scholarship at Harvard, while Rosie plans to study Hotel Management at a nearby Boston college.
However, fate proves to have other plans for Rosie when an unexpected pregnancy forces her to stay at home in London
(which is actually filmed in Dublin, red post boxes and all).
Over the next decade we follow the distant lovers through their highs and lows including a wedding involving Bradley
Cooper’s model missus Suki Waterhouse; the return of Rosie’s loser jock ex (Cooke); the loss of dear ones and the
beginning of new friendships - enter Jamie Winstone.
Both leads are extremely likeable and have magnetic onscreen chemistry. Claflin’s charm and handsomeness is reminiscent
of a young Hugh Grant, but his role lacks depth, while Collins is sweet as the single mum that just can’t seem to catch a
break.
The plot may be clichéd and outrageously predictable (don’t say I didn’t warn you about the lost condom scene), but it’s
hard not to root for them. Rosie and Sam’s inability to age from the age of 18-30 make certain scenes laughable,
especially the ones involving Lily and her ten-year-old daughter (Laight).
The soundtrack which includes everything from Elton John to Beyoncé, and the fine Dublin sights (The Shelbourne Hotel,
Portmarnock beach) are all welcome distractions to the fluffy and underdeveloped script.
Love, Rosie just about warrants a trip to the cinema on a rainy evening, but you won't be any closer to finding the pot
of gold by the time you leave.
Love You, but the storyline fails to strike it lucky when it comes to finding its pot of gold.
The oh-so-familiar will-they-won’t they plotline comes into play in Love, Rosie, with the two main characters creating
most of their scenes around longing glances and simmering sexual tension (think of Dawson and Joey in Dawson’s Creek and
you’ll get the picture).
Rosie (Collins) and Alex (Claflin) are like two peas in a pod since they were kids and it’s clear that the pair have an
attraction to each other. As the unspoken lovebirds prepare to enter the real world and graduate from high school, Alex
is offered a medical scholarship at Harvard, while Rosie plans to study Hotel Management at a nearby Boston college.
However, fate proves to have other plans for Rosie when an unexpected pregnancy forces her to stay at home in London
(which is actually filmed in Dublin, red post boxes and all).
Over the next decade we follow the distant lovers through their highs and lows including a wedding involving Bradley
Cooper’s model missus Suki Waterhouse; the return of Rosie’s loser jock ex (Cooke); the loss of dear ones and the
beginning of new friendships - enter Jamie Winstone.
Both leads are extremely likeable and have magnetic onscreen chemistry. Claflin’s charm and handsomeness is reminiscent
of a young Hugh Grant, but his role lacks depth, while Collins is sweet as the single mum that just can’t seem to catch a
break.
The plot may be clichéd and outrageously predictable (don’t say I didn’t warn you about the lost condom scene), but it’s
hard not to root for them. Rosie and Sam’s inability to age from the age of 18-30 make certain scenes laughable,
especially the ones involving Lily and her ten-year-old daughter (Laight).
The soundtrack which includes everything from Elton John to Beyoncé, and the fine Dublin sights (The Shelbourne Hotel,
Portmarnock beach) are all welcome distractions to the fluffy and underdeveloped script.
Love, Rosie just about warrants a trip to the cinema on a rainy evening, but you won't be any closer to finding the pot
of gold by the time you leave.