Mary Warnock

Words cannot describe how much I loathed this glossy, shallow movie. It had all the feel of a romcom but with a heavy handed attempt to drag in the serious issue of DV. Lively plays a free spirited florist, (natch) who falls for, yes, a brain surgeon ( or was it a rocket scientist?). It doesn’t really matter. Throw into the mix a sensitive ex and the required quirky best friend with a heart of gold and a whole bunch of other tropes and there you have it. I wanted to leave but had to see if they would actually stoop to having said sensitive ex show up in the last scene. He did.

More holes than a colander. (Why did one family speak with received English and the other in broad Scots, for example?). Juliet Stephenson does have cracking hair, though.