For the most part a dreadful movie, which never really recovers from it's beginning. Anne Hathaway's accent is all over the shop (sometimes she sounds American) and Jim Sturgess' character immensely unappealing - he doesn't have much of a character to play (oh so brooding! doomed! boozy! sleeps with so many women!) but Sturgess can't make it likeable. Billy Crystal in When Harry Met Sally was very funny and his heart was broken by his first wife. No one in this film is funny and it badly needs laughs - or urst.
Yet, still, there is one moment - when Hathaway is run over, and there's that scene of her lying on the road, eyes open, shaking... it's absolutely right, I've seen it, and that's what made my cry on a plane watching it. The film didn't deserve those tears! Especially as Sturgess should have been the one to be run over.
The Yanks should remake it, get some skilled humour rewrite people on it, and you might have something good because the basic idea is strong.
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