Letters to Juliet
What he said:
Last weekend, I took a little time to be a girl. That means
I rented some shameless chick movies and ate lots of candy.
Letters to Juliet was one of the filmed I indulged
in. While it wasn't perfect by any stretch, I can say it
pretty much did its job.
The movie tells the story of Sophie (if that's not a chick-flick
name, I don't know what is; played by Amanda Seyfriend), a young
professional who travels with her self-obsessed fiancé to the
Italian city of Verona for a vacation. There she finds this
wall, where women leave letters to Juliet (of Romeo and Juliet
fame). These letters typically ask guy-related questions, beg
for advice, or just confide issues that only women can
understand. What Sophie finds is that a group of local ladies
collect the letters daily and ghost-write responses from
Juliet. It's sort of a town tradition. When Sophie
comes across a letter that was lost for fifty years, she takes it
upon herself to write a long-overdue response. Not
surprisingly (or surprisingly if you're rational of mind), the
woman who wrote the letter, Claire (Vanessa Redgrave), now quite
old, shows up days later to pursue her destiny of finding her
long-lost love Lorenzo. She is accompanied by her grandson,
Charlie, who is single, handsome, and age-appropriate for
Claire. A journey for love for all parties involved
And so that's the basics of the movie. Not too complicated,
nor is anything about this flick. As with most chick-movies,
the viewer needs to suspend belief if they want to enjoy the
film. Yes, it's a little shocking that this woman shows up
what, three days later, to pursue lost love. I guess both her,
and her grandson could completely wipe their schedules clean at the
drop of the hat. It's also pure luck that both Claire and the
infamous Lorenzo are still alive, single, and madly in love with
eachother fifty years later. There's lots of happy endings,
no matter how phony, but the scenery is amazing and inspires
feelings of general mushiness.
This is a movie that you'll want to watch with other chicks or
quietly by yourself. Your boyfriends, husbands, male-friends,
or anyone with a Y chromosome will not understand this one.
It's worth a rent, but won't be making its way into my
rainy/sick-day catalogue of girlie movies.
Diagnosis: Thumbs half up.