First off I have to say that this film was a big disappointment. There was no characterization, and the sparse plot was fairly unbelievable - happily ever after with first same-sex relationship after 1 kiss and a bit of a grope? PLEASE!
The characters are all typical Hugh Grant types, where even the womanizers and dogs are pleasant and nice. But my biggest bone of contention was the London setting. Just what part of London are these people supposed to live in? Heck works in the City near Tower Bridge, lives somewhere close to Regent's Park (I think), and still manages to pop into the local florist during the working day. A florist which seems to be situated on some prime real estate, and is owned and run by a single person who makes her own deliveries at seconds notice - how does that work?
When they went out in the evening they DROVE? I don't know anyone who drives in central London when they live within spitting distance of WC1, and let's not even touch on the whole drink and drive combination that seems to have been going on here.
Nothing about this film rings true: not the 'love' of Heck and Rachel that led to marriage, not the 'happy' ending (we'll have the lesbian sex later, but I'm sure I'll like it, so don't worry about the whole me being straight thing), not the upper middle class Four Weddings world these people seemed to inhabit, and not the ability of all the working characters to be walking across parks and into florists in the middle of a working day.
It may work for audiences not familiar with London or English people, but you can only suspend belief for so long, before you want to toss something at the screen and shout 'Get Real!'
The characters are all typical Hugh Grant types, where even the womanizers and dogs are pleasant and nice. But my biggest bone of contention was the London setting. Just what part of London are these people supposed to live in? Heck works in the City near Tower Bridge, lives somewhere close to Regent's Park (I think), and still manages to pop into the local florist during the working day. A florist which seems to be situated on some prime real estate, and is owned and run by a single person who makes her own deliveries at seconds notice - how does that work?
When they went out in the evening they DROVE? I don't know anyone who drives in central London when they live within spitting distance of WC1, and let's not even touch on the whole drink and drive combination that seems to have been going on here.
Nothing about this film rings true: not the 'love' of Heck and Rachel that led to marriage, not the 'happy' ending (we'll have the lesbian sex later, but I'm sure I'll like it, so don't worry about the whole me being straight thing), not the upper middle class Four Weddings world these people seemed to inhabit, and not the ability of all the working characters to be walking across parks and into florists in the middle of a working day.
It may work for audiences not familiar with London or English people, but you can only suspend belief for so long, before you want to toss something at the screen and shout 'Get Real!'