- Nicholas Sparks has got to be the most cloyingly sentimental and sensitive man to ever walk this green earth. I’m usually feel encouraged by men who attempt to seek out a more sensitive side of themselves and who don’t feel trapped by society’s attempt to coerce them into macho masculinity, but come on. Man up, Sparks! You know how they turned Lot’s wife into a pillar of salt? I feel like everyone in Sparks’ stories is made of pillars of highly refined sugar, only we’re the one being punished by being forced to endure such saccharine bullshit.
- The award for completely pointless death goes to Richard Gere’s character. Mudslides are not supposed to be funny, but I dare you not to laugh at this.
- I’m confused how a woman who is separated but not divorced can openly date the mysterious doctor from Raleigh in a small, gossipy little coastal town with not one inhabitant commenting on it or casting disapproving glances at them. Rodanthe did not exactly strike me as the bastion of liberal values.
- It could go without saying that the dialogue in this movie is frightfully bad, but I just want to say that the dialogue in this movie is frightfully bad. I know I’m not supposed to think that people talk like this in real life, but people in love in regular movies don’t even talk like this. If speech bubbles appeared every time someone spoke, they wouldn’t look like regular speech bubbles, they’d be written in Scriptina on top of multiple layers of pale, faded lace with thick buttercream icing piped around the edges. My speech bubble would have a serrated edge that I’d bludgeon into their speech bubbles, give it a good twist, saw back and forth again, before pulling it out and watching their speech bubble die a bloody death.
- Speaking of which, a bayonet would have improved this film greatly for me. For my own personal use or to be used on one of the characters, it wouldn’t really matter; I’m not fussy.
- James Franco is terrible in this movie but it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the dialogue (see above). He shows up for approximately eight flashback seconds early on in the film so he can have a super melodramatic fight with Richard Gere. Lame. Naturally, he only comes back in order to let Diane Lane know that Richard Gere suffered a terrible fate in a Honduran mudslide and it’s just awful, plain awful. How can anyone deliver lines like “He changed because of you. You saved him”? How? You can’t, that’s how. There’s a reason he’s uncredited in this movie: he’s probably too fucking embarrassed at his involvement.
That said, he’s a doctor in this movie, which is pretty hot. He’s also a doctor with heart who goes deep into Honduras to bring medical aid to those who need it, which is also hot. Stethoscopes have never been a hotter accessory. You can examine me any time, Dr. Franco.
- In all fairness, this movie is exactly what I thought it would be.
Nights In Rodanthe
Note to self: do not go see a movie just because James Franco appears for approximately ten seconds.
IMDB Plot Synopsis A doctor (Richard Gere) who is traveling to see his estranged son sparks with an unhappily married woman (Diane Lane) at a North Carolina inn.