The real lucky ones? Those not forced to see 'The Lucky One'
Published: Friday, April 20, 2012
Updated: Wednesday, April 25, 2012 13:04
The Lucky One
Starring Zac Efron and Taylor Schilling
Directed by Scott Hicks
“The Lucky One” is the edgiest-ever film adaptation of the writings of Nicholas Sparks.
Which isn’t saying much.
Yeah, it has the violence of war, and the heat of near-sex. And profanity! Don’t forget the profanity!
But it still has the romance novelist’s favorite tropes — most of them, anyway. There’s a coastal setting where two emotionally damaged people meet, people who might be made whole again, if only they can reveal their deep, dark hurt and find love.
Beth (Taylor Schilling) is a willowy and gorgeous single mom running a kennel with her speak-her-mind/ state-the-obvious grandma (Blythe Danner).
Logan (Zac Efron) is a brooding ex-soldier, and chivalrous.
“Isn’t he chivalrous, dear?” granny says, elbowing Beth. And the viewer.
Loganmet Beth before she knew it. He found her photo in the dust after a fierce firefight in Iraq. He lost comrades that day, and one of them had her photo. Somehow, Logan manages to track Beth down in Louisiana without knowing whether she lost someone that day as well.
That’s just the first artificial obstacle to true love that the movie sets up and then skips past, la-di-da, in this easygoing eye-roller of a romance.
Loganwalked, with his faithful German shepherd, Zeus, all the way from Colorado.
“I like to walk,” he says. Seems crazy, right?
“Are you crazy?” granny asks.
He takes a job with Beth without revealing their connection, this photo that he believes saved his life. He charms her, but she’s slow to warm to that even as she’s ogling the backside of his work jeans. He charms granny and Beth’s son, Ben, too.
Director Scott Hicks (“Shine,” “Snow Falling on Cedars”) lifts this material above the “Dear John”/ “Message in a Bottle”/ “Last Song” source, holding his revelations in reserve, trying to maintain mystery about Beth and Logan, even though they’re more character types than characters. Hicks and his stars serve up a little random passion, rare for a Sparks adaptation, and a scene or two of real sexual heat.
But at every turn, author Sparks hurls obvious melodramatic obstacles in the way, rubs the edge off even unpleasant characters and generally shows us why he’d be the worst poker player on the planet. The story telegraphs its every move, underlines every emotion and, if that’s not enough, has granny add a pearl of wisdom that panders to the romance-novel audience:
“Sacrificing everything in our life for our children is not selfless, it’s ridiculous.”
Sparkshas been a hot author for Hollywood ever since “The Notebook” blew up. But the films of his books do him no favors. Well-cast, sometimes beautifully shot, they’re still insipid, plainly inspired by the works of a now-very-wealthy hack.
“The Lucky One,” despite a slow-simmer turn by Efron and a lusty one by Schilling, is still no deeper than Logan’s philosophy of life — “Sometimes, the questions are complicated, and the answers are simple.” Yeah, he’s quoting Dr. Seuss.