And Dex. Dashing. Adorably bad. Jim Sturgess is perfect.
But I was quizzical over the casting of Anne Hathaway. I really felt confused. She has such a strong image. At best, she is handsome. But I do not see her as soft and pretty, ever. Sorry! She's bony, angular.I think Emma needs to emerge from her unfocused blurred self and become beautiful in Dex's eyes as he gets to know her better. Somehow we need to see her insecurities wrapped up in her love for this bad boy. In the film we don't. They change her hair, take her glasses away. But we miss the slow evolution of a beautiful inner self coming to the fore.There's nothing tentative about her at all.
And there is zero chemistry. I found myself watching and simply not carrying about anyone except maybe Ian, played by Rafe Spall, the lousy comic who is love with Emma. I should have cared about Dex' mother, but Patricia Clarkson always seemed like she had a little secret on her mind which didn't fit with the film. Like she wouldn't mind having a go at Jim Sturgess herself.
I also wasn't happy with how they aged Dex after that; he looked silly with his floppy dark hair silvered.
All in all, I was very disappointed. It was a lovely, brilliant book but the film finally, was forgettable. And I do blame the casting. If you don't get that basic fundamental right, if the two leads in a love story have no chemistry, you can forget the rest of it.
I suggest you do just that. Forget the film. Read the book.
But here's the trailer anyway