Love, Rosie might be one of the most grammatically confusing film titles of the year but there is nothing confusing about the film. It is just a tired, predictable rom com which is neither terribly romantic and not very comedic.
Unless you find a sequence where a woman loses a condom in her vagina and has to go to hospital hilarious.
It feels more at home in an American Pie film than a story about two friends who should be together but never seem to get together.
Wait, it is a Richard Curtis-esque British version of When Harry Met Sally. Only without the wit, warmth, charm and jokes of the original.
Cue dodgy wigs to signify younger versions of themselves, romantic near-misses, the snarky comedic relief best friend, trips to airports, public declarations of love, etc, etc, etc, yada yada yada, yawn yawn yawn.
Love Rosie? I couldn't even muster up the energy to hate Rosie. Instead the only feeling I have towards her is apathy.
1 star
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