Love, Rosie tells the story of childhood best friends Rosie and Alex whose special connection and life long friendship makes the basis for the true love that they have never declared for each other. Ripping-off David Nicholls’ One Day couldn’t be more obvious, but this adaptation is from Cecelia Ahern’s bestseller When Rainbows End, which is subtly different in that there’s mountains more cheese and mountains less wit.
Lily Collins plays Rosie, a girl who dreams of having her own hotel. Alex (Sam Claftin), her neighbour and best friend, goes to study medicine at Harvard, and invites Rosie to come to Boston to study hotel management nearby. She’s accepted into Boston University, but thing’s go pear-shaped when she has a drunken fling with Greg (Christian Cooke) and ends up pregnant and has to stay at home. Although Alex is on another continent and she’s a single mother, Rosie still pines for her best friend and secret crush, and watches as he becomes a surgeon, marries Tamsin Egerton and buys a large house.
Like in the book, we see the story unfold through Skype, iMessage and Google chat windows that appear on screen. Instead of being an insight into modern relationships, the type-on-screen effect is now a clichéd storytelling tool, and here looks cheap and cheesy. Fingers hovering over the words ‘I love you’ will never send shivers down your spine or fill your eyes with tears.
Many people will chastise the film for its treatment of women – the way it shows Rosie to be a constant victim of womanhood, whereas Alex consistently beds models (Suki Waterhouse) and is effortlessly successful in life – however what’s more disappointing is that it falls into every romantic comedy genre trope there is, and ends up with the kiss you predicted.
Love, Rosie is in cinemas now.