Movie Review: Love, Rosie
Twenty-five years on from When Harry Met Sally, Love, Rosie explores familiar chick-flick territory: namely, can men and women ever be just friends?
Based on the bestselling novel by Cecelia Ahern, albeit with the setting moved from Dublin to London, this likeable romantic comedy covers much of the same territory as Nora Ephron’s hit.
Best friends since childhood, Rosie and Alex have played together for as long as they cab remember, even popping each other’s spots. Yet as they grow older, an unspoken attraction develops, one that becomes more real when they share a fumbling snog on Rosie’s 18th birthday. Yet, this being a film, they can’t just hook up there and then, as a various obstacles conspire to keep them apart.
When Rosie gets pregnant on the night of her high school prom, she’s forced to abandon dreams of university in the States, while Alex moves to Boston to pursue a degree in medicine at an Ivy League college. From this point on, their lives diverge dramatically. As Alex mingles with wealthy undergrads, Rosie is thrust into the challenges of cash-strapped single motherhood and left to contemplate a raft of missed opportunities as she raises her little girl.
As each battles a bad marriage, they’re drawn closer together even as they lead very different lives on opposite sides of the Atlantic. When their respective relationships collapse, however, it’s clear the prospects of them getting together and living happily ever after are heightened, and no amount of near-misses could keep them away from each other forever. This is Hollywood, after all.