Why is it sweet so often becomes saccharine? So it is with “Letters to Juliet.”
This film deserves points for its earnest treatment of its subject matter: the enduring, transcendent nature of love. But why does it have to be so dull? Surely there are a ton of interesting movies possible about this subject. Indeed some of the best ever made tackled the subject… can you say “Casablanca?”
The film is about a soon-to-be-married woman named Sophie, played by Amanda Seyfried. She is a fact checker for The New Yorker and a wanna-be writer. Her fiancee, Victor, played by Gael Garcia Bernal, is a chef and wanna-be restauranteur. He is in the midst of opening his own Italian eatery in New York and has a singular passion for his food. We know within about 20 seconds of first seeing the couple together, that his singular focus will ultimately leave one… well, single.
The question needs to be asked, why is New York City such a preferred location for romance movies? It seems 80 percent of the love stories in the movies made by Hollywood have to take place somewhere amid the five burroughs. Do other locations in America just not have people who yearn to share their lives with others? The same can be said for superhero movies in New York. What gives?
Anyhow, the story sends the couple onto a baffling pre-wedding honeymoon (I’m still scratching my head as to this setup) to Verano, Italy. The town featured in Shakespeare’s famous play of star-crossed lovers.
Victor is constantly being taken away by “suppliers” to do tours, auctions and sight-seeing. One can only marvel at Victor’s yet to be accomplished accomplishments. That’s some restaurant owner to not even have opened a restraunt and have suppliers showing him all over Italy. Why such interest from the suppliers, isn’t New York a virtual graveyard for new restaurants? I digress. Victor’s ego-centric ways completely blind him to the original purpose of the vacation, yet his soon-to-be wife relents easily and sends him on his way. This gives the plot a convenient way to get him out of the story for large chunks of the movie.
With her husband gone, Sophie wanders the streets of Verona and discovers a group of ladies in Verona called the Secretaries of Juliet. Apparently love-stricken, crushed women from all over the world write letters and stick them to a wall. The secretaries collect the letters and write handwritten letters responding to their letters. It’s a compelling wrinkle to the story. In this world of email, twitter and facebook, a handwritten note is becoming a lost memento. It takes time to write a note, and we only spend time with something that matters to us.
This is where a sense of time becomes very foggy in the film. Naturally, the vacationer only visiting for a couple of days the secretaries have just met is given a job within moments of meeting the ladies. Within a few more short moments Sophie discovers a very old letter stuck under a chunk of mortar no one else has noticed. It is a letter from 1957, written by a forlorn young woman discussing her lost love from Britain. Sophie replies to the woman’s letter as a new secretary of Juliet.
In a terrific feat of postal speed and air travel speed. The woman who wrote the old letter magically appears in front of Sophie seemingly the next day. I’m left to wonder at the marvelous feat and wonder if I have lost willingness to be wisked by a romance.
The woman, Claire, is played by the timeless Vanessa Redgrave. Redgrave still has it. Some people just take a screen and hold you captive. Even in a perfectly ordinary film she still sparkled on camera.
Claire has come to Italy to find her lost love, Lorenzo. She has brought along her grandson Charlie, played by Christopher Egan. Charlie is a stodgy Englishman who is much too young to be so joyless. Somehow we know what is to come between he and Sophie.
This is the film’s central problem. We know what will happen… yet that is true of most films. But the good ones leave us asking how will they get there. That’s where the drama, comedy and interest is created. This film never inspries us even care to ask that question.
I could go on describing the plot points but most anyone can predict how it turns out. The film desperately needs a wrinkle, a twist something that leaves us guessing about how it could all end up where we know it is going to end up.
The Charlie character is tedious. The budding relationship between Charlie and Sophie feels completely artificial and just as tedious. There’s more chemistry going on in Lorenzo’s wine barrels. The film pushes its more interesting material to the edges in favor of this relationship. Redgrave’s Claire could be interesting, the secretaries could be interesting, Lorenzo could be interesting. All are pushed aside for the Sophie and Charlie relationship and it just doesn’t work.
There are many not-good movies I have seen which make me wrathful about their failures. It’s usually because they create movies that are cynical or patronizing about their audience and their audience’s intelligence. While not a good movie, I can’t be wrathful against “Letters to Juliet.” It believes sincerely in its romantic themes and the timelessness of love. This is to its credit because so many Hollywood movies do not share its convictions about such things. Too bad it chooses to tell the least interesting story possible.
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