Scott Marks noon, March 5
On the run from the law, big city gal Julianne Hough finds refuge in the arms of small town widower, Josh Duhamel. For its first hour, a regulation Nicholas Sparks teen romance, until all hell breaks loose in the form of maniac cop, David Lyons, and unintentional laughter reigns supreme. The Sparks factory appears to have had a work stoppage. Why else would the popular novelist resort to openly lying to his minions in order to advance the cliches? (The audience is led to believe Hough is wanted for murder.) A shabby attempt to tie it all together at around the 110 minute mark left me gasping for air. Director Lasse Hallstrom (My Life As a Dog, What’s Eating GIlbert Grape?) still remembers how to compose a frame even though he threw in the towel as far as art goes ages ago.
— Scott Marks