When a husband steps out on his wife while she’s getting chemo, she’s entitled to a weekend in the Mediterranean with Pierce Brosnan, right?
Right, but I believe he went there quite recently with Meryl Streep, did he not, albeit without the cancer? I didn’t much care for Mamma Mia!, but the garish musical at least embraced its vulgarity with a full heart and a toe-tapping ABBA soundtrack. And now that I’ve seen Love Is All You Need, I’d settle for Streep doing the splits.
The bland new rom-com from Danish director Susanne Bier (In a Better World) embraces little more than a fetish for orange suns tastefully rising and setting over the Amalfi Coast — I counted six, and that’s probably lowballing it — while two troubled souls struggle with obstreperous relatives and a bundle of unresolved life issues apparently snatched from the nearest airport bookstore.
The actors’ discomfort doesn’t help. All but holding his nose, Brosnan plays Philip, a British stiff living in Denmark who’s buried himself in running a thriving fresh-produce company — cucumber jokes abound, followed briskly by radish jokes — in order to avoid facing his grief over the death of his beloved wife. However ripe he may be for the plucking, Philip has resolved to play sad-sack for the rest of his days: “I’ve done all the tangoing I’m ever going to do,” he says, and given his efforts in Mamma Mia, this comes as a distinct relief.
As luck and clumsy plotting would have it, breast cancer survivor Ida — she’s played by Trine Dyrholm, a very good dramatic actress who looks desperately uncomfortable doing comedy — backs her car into his just as they both arrive to board a plane for the Italian wedding of her daughter and his son.