Ah, The Notebook, a film I’ve been hearing about nonstop since it’s release, mainly concerning how damn romantic it is, and the film many a gentlemen won’t admit they enjoyed. Sweet, very sweet, almost too sweet. Sugar coated the entire way, the film is a geuine throwback to the sappy melodrama’s of Sirk, but without the subtext or depth that enriched films like All that Heaven Allows or Magnificent Obsession.
But I have to admit, The Notebook is enjoyable, especially during the first half, where Gosling (as the poor, wide-eyed boy) and McAdams (freespirt, rich, and charming girl) meet and fall in love. Their chemistry plays out beautifully, each actor showing why they are two to watch in the coming years. But when their summer of romance comes to an end, the film loses some of it’s appeal by revolving around one convoluted subplot after another. Also, the flashing back and forth between old people telling the story (James Garner and the still stunning Gena Rowlands) and the youngs ones experiencing life grows tedious as a story device. However, destined to become a classic amongst love-struck teenagers and forlorn adults nostalgic for the long summer nights of their youth.