When Gillian Flynn was reported to have said that she had written a new ending for the screenplay of Gone Girl and that Ben Affleck had said it was a whole new third act, I had great hopes that director David Fincher had seen how awful was the ending in the book. That was the only reason I was at all interested in going. But no such luck. So it is still the worst ending in the history of literature (if you can call the book that) and film. The movie itself is a decent piece of work from one of my favourite directors.
Hugh Grant still has the knack of making me laugh. He has that warm screen presence so that you can sit back and enjoy, even though he plays the same character every time. Especially when he works with writer director Marc Lawrence with who this may be their fourth collaboration? The story matters little, instead of a washed up song writer (Music and Lyrics) he is now a washed up script writer. Romantic entanglements follow.
Half term week and it was either a war movie or a romcom. Love, Rosie won but it was no contest really. As a British romcom, this was not at all as bad as some of the reviews. It reminded me of a Richard Curtis script, although this was an adaptation of a Cecilia Ahern novel. Juliette Towhidi's screenplay left a lot to be desired, as did the direction of Christian Ditter. The story was completely absurd, but the young cast didn't care and gave it their all. Lily Collins was actually very good and just about saved the movie. It all ended up to be a fairly charming afternoon.
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