I love David Nicholl’s book and it’s always difficult to see characters you have imagined in your head put on the screen.
And – honestly – you state (as I did in the previous post) that a Yorkshire accent could not be mangled as badly as it is in “Jane Eyre” and along comes Anne Hathaway in “One Day” gargling her way through a Yorkshire-not-far-from-New-York voice.
Perhaps Yorkshire accents need a support group? Should this be called the Yorkshire puddings?
Having got the bad stuff out of the way, the script is clever and warm and the story is very faithful to the book. The standout performance here is the fabulous Patricia Clarkson, luminous and doing a perfect British accent as Dexter’s gorgeous mother.
In case you don’t know the story, Dexter (Jim Sturgess) and Emma (Hathaway) meet at university in Edinburgh in 1988 and we follow them on every St Swithin’s Day – July 15th – for the next 20 years.
So much here is real and funny and warm. The nature of success and failure, love and loss and parenthood are all shown on screen in wry and moving ways.
The twist, when it comes, genuinely moves and shocks you as much as it does in the book.
Ken Stott is great as Dexter’s dad. Jodie Whittaker, Tom Mison, Georgia King, Rafe Spall and Romola Garai are all wonderful in the supporting roles.
As so often in movies where people need to age, this is not completely convincing. But the acting and script are good enough that you overlook this.
Director Lone Scherfig has a deft touch. Several different countries that are in the book are not used in the movie, but France substitutes quite nicely for these.
The cinema was packed full of women, all of whom seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.
If you have to make a choice between the movie and the book, read the book. So much detail and so many characters are in the book are absent from the movie, notably Emma’s parents and sister.
It’s a lovely and very British romantic comedy and I didn’t look at my watch once.