Lasse
Halstrom, most notably known for such dramatic and romantic fare as Chocolat,
The Cider House Rules, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, and An Unfinished Life
brings us his envisioning of the latest in a litany of Nicholas Sparks novels
brought to the silver screen. However, unlike his other films, he
leaves out any passion, imagination, or entertainment, which, however, are
in large part staples of Spark's romantic literary goo. So in retrospect,
he achieved the goal of capturing the spirit and substance, or lack there of.
Josh Duhamel seriously needs to rethink his choice of agents, as he has
been cast in a myriad of dribble after his departure from the blockbuster Transformer
franchise. Not that those films were of
Oscar caliber , but in comparison to his recent run, they may be.
His leading lady, Julianne Hough, whose largest credit, is the
absolutely horrid, reboot of 1980’s camp classic, Footloose, and has about as much
energy and chemistry as an empty test tube. Seriously is there such a large drought of real actresses that we are
dipping into this pool? The remaining cast is as one
dimensional as a black and white postcard from Utah. The plot is dull and
predictable, with many plot devices stolen from such flicks as Sleeping With
The Enemy, but they play out as enthralling as a book on tape version of any Software
Manual read by Ben Stiller. Even the relatively
unexpected twist at the end is ruined by one of the most mediocre
reactions by an actor that I have seen on film. 1 out of 5 Kernels:
the only Safe Haven was turning this disaster off and watching a rerun of
Friends.
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