Letters to Juliet

Chick flick. I shouldn’t even have to say that, the title, the poster, the synopsis, all scream loud and proud, CHICK FLICK.

The formula varies little between these types of movies; girl meets boy – they dislike one another but manage to fall in love, girl meets boy – but is already involved with another, girl meets boy – who tells her he’s wanted to kill her since he first smelled her blood… wait, that’s another movie completely! In the end though of these less classic love stories, the couple winds up foolishly happy and against all odds, together.

So why does Hollywood continue to drum out the same story year after year? Because we keep going to see them, and speaking for the fairer sex, I’ll tell you that it’s because I believe we all secretly wish to be the centre of someones world. To be so adored by someone that they will move mountains, take on the world, or in this case, drop the pompous-spoiled British brat routine and behave like a normal person, anything in order to be with you.

From the time we’re born, we’re read fairytales… spoon fed the perfect relationship scenario until we can’t imagine settling for anything else. These romantic-comedies are created to continue delivering your bedtime story, just a bit more age appropriate.

The acting was average, the story itself a few “too cheesy” moments, but over all it was definitely watchable, though personally I’d save it for a dvd rental cuddled on the sofa. The one real issue I had with the movie was the footwear for the lead male. Ordinarily, costuming doesn’t top my list of do die criteria for a movie, but the shoes they kept outfitting the lead male with just didn’t work. Not once did they complement his outfit. In fact it was to the point where I thought that perhaps the costume department didn’t realize that his feet would be showing in the scenes, so they just let him wear whatever he showed up in that day on the set.

I give this movie 5 ‘Lorenzos‘ out of 10.