Nos nuits à Rodanthe

Nothing to say about the cinematography the acting was overall good except for James Franco none of his scenes felt natural they were very forced, the movie tries too hard to pull at Your Heartstrings, the kissing scenes are a little excessive, in conclusion, it's slightly below-average, watch if there's nothing else better to watch

Starting off with a promising first act with lightly interesting and developed characters, rich in personality and with hints of chemistry between the two love interests, Nights in Rodanthe is a train wreck if ever there was on; giving meaning to the fact that even if a movie starts out well, it can end up in the gutter pretty quickly. Following on from the opening, the movie then resorts to cheap melodramatic contrivances, and demeans both its characters and performers by negating their roles to mere romantic plot devices used to set up act three's ridiculously sappy ending. The middle act, which finds both characters slowly falling for each other, isn't all that bad, and while it does get irksome towards the end, even such a closing would have saved the movie from being a complete disaster. Nevertheless, with a few moments of interest, usually inherent in the performance of Gere, Nights in Rodanthe isn't without its positives, but you certainly have to do a lot of looking to find them.

As a romantic drama, Nights tries to do one thing and one thing only and that is to make with the mushy. Director George C. Wolfe in his big screen debut here opts to take this to an extreme however, and even goes to the point of rejecting any focus at all on characters past the half-way mark. After this point, Nights in Rodanthe turns into a holiday from hell. Mawkish, banal and overly pretentious, both Wolfe and the writers here adopt a tone of whimsy light-headedness that often clashes with the story's much more serious (at least, that's what it tries to be) subplot involving a death caused by one of these characters. What's more annoying is that the movie's earlier sequences, which although clearly unfocused and seemingly directionless, at least had some humanity present in its central figures, these earlier moments of promise are forgotten. After forty minutes or so, all that's left for Wolfe to do is to drag on the romance as far as he can to the point where we're no longer watching real people fall in love, we're simply watching an outline for a romance movie. Character A and Character B going through the motions… Yawn. Haven't we done this before? To be fair both performers try and make the best of their undoubtedly tricky situation. Throughout there are moments of genuine chemistry between both Gere and Lane, and while the romance isn't exactly palpable enough to sustain much interest past the halfway mark, they at least keep the thing going as best as they can. Essentially however you get the feeling that both would rather be somewhere else; in between these instances of chemistry are scenes which fail to deliver any emotion whatsoever, even though the director seems sure that what he's doing is going to get your eyes watery. The truth is, Nights in Rodanthe is a sappy, overly emotional romantic drama; so much so that it's absurd. I can't feel for these people and I can't feel for their petty outbreaks of self-loathing angst. When I begin arguing with characters in my head whilst I'm obviously supposed to be feeling pity for them, I disconnect; it's over. Stop trying to engage me. This happened an hour into Nights in Rodanthe, and although I could have been won back, sadly it only gets worse from there.

It's hard to see why anyone would enjoy such a film. Sure enough if you're a major fan of "weepies", for some reason enjoy watching people cry a lot and don't mind romance that feels generic and predictable then you might just get something from Nights, but even then you'll probably feel under-whelmed. There's no denying I had hope for this film; with Gere and Lane helming what looked to be a mature love story, I figured the worst that could happen would be if I was subjected to a teaspoon of fairy tale whimsy. Unfortunately however, I did get that, and I also got a shallow, unremarkable feature that was essentially a few scenes drawn out far too long with a third act that wasn't necessary or even enjoyable in the slightest. Some decent individual performances throughout, but with limited chemistry and an overwritten, overly romanticised script, Nights in Rodanthe isn't a night to remember by any means.

• A review by Jamie Robert Ward (http://www.invocus.net)

Dr. Paul Flanner (Richard Gere), a successful surgeon, has his wife leave him, his son (an uncredited James Franco) not respect him and looses a patient he's operating on. Adrienne Willis (Diane Lane) has two children and discovers her husband has cheated on her. They both need to get away. She watches over a beautiful oceanside inn in Rodanthe at the same time he books a room. They're all alone together. You can pretty much figure out the rest.

This is what's known as a weepie or a woman's film. It's beautifully shot with a romantic setting and lots of quiet scenes. There's tragedy, romance, more tragedy and an uplifting ending (sort of). The great acting by Gere and Lane helps disguise the fact that this film isn't really about much. Every single bit of the plot is predictable. I rolled my eyes a lot at some of the events. Also it's far too short--I didn't believe the romance between Gere and Lane for a second. If comes out of nowhere and moves VERY quickly. Still the movie does work. The inn itself is absolutely gorgeous and I was in tears by the end along with most of the audience. So it's a predictable but gorgeous movie with some wonderful acting. It doesn't deserve all the criticism it's getting. I give it a 7.

Richard Gere and Diane Lane are way better than the material in "Nights in Rodanthe". They almost justify sitting through this George C. Wolfe movie. Almost. I am a fan of Gere and Lane, and that is what attracted me to "Nights in Rodanthe". That's my story and I'm sticking by it. Ultimately, I liked the movie, but was also disappointed at the same time. "Nights in Rodanthe" does not have a compelling and cathartic Third Act. I did some homework before seeing the movie. The screenplay by Ann Peacock and John Ramano is based on the Nicholas Sparks novel. Not having read any of his novels, Sparks also wrote "The Notebook" and "Message in a Bottle". I had passed on seeing "The Notebook". However, I saw "Message in a Bottle". That is among my all time least favorite movies. Sparks possesses a singular thematic pattern which I don't particularly care for. So the fact that there is no distinguishing Third Act may be more Sparks' failing than Peacock and Ramano's.

This is all the more disappointing. "Nights in Rodanthe" is perfectly cast with beautiful and compelling actors in Gere, Lane, and James Franco. Diane Lane is gorgeous. Richard Gere looks amazingly vibrant and fit. And casting James Franco as his estranged son Mark is a wonderful touch. Lane radiates both a strength and vulnerability in Adrienne Willis. Adrienne is coping with divorce from her cheating husband Jack (Chris Meloni), surviving as a single mom, and still mourning the loss of her father. Adrienne agrees to run a bed and breakfast inn in Rodanthe for her friend Jean (Viola Davis), while her kids Amanda (Mae Whitman) and Danny (Charlie Tahan) are vacationing with Jack in Florida. Jean is taking a holiday in the Islands. Gere plays Dr. Paul Flanner, a retired brilliant plastic surgeon from Raleigh, N.C. Paul comes to Rodanthe to complete a tragedy in his life. Paul stays for 4 nights at the Inn in Rodanthe. Scott Glenn is powerful in the pivotal role of Robert Torrelson, whom Paul must atone for his past arrogance and failings.

It's a given that lost souls Adrienne and Paul will fall in love, and give each other the possibility of new life. This works because of the remarkable and captivating chemistry of Lane and Gere. Amidst the routine I got caught off guard when Lane and Gere are wondering through the attic-- Paul asks, "Who keeps you safe?" Lane admits that life often throws a curve saying, "You become what you think you're supposed to be…" Lane evokes a touching sadness and regret. Gere elicits a humane and endearing compassion. James Franco is great as Paul's son Mark. Franco has a heart wrenching scene with Lane, where he tells Adrienne, "Thank you for giving me back my father." There is a touching and understated scene where Gere has his arm around Lane as they walk on the beach following a story arc. Paul says, "I'm glad you were here…" Again Gere and Lane transcend the material. It unfortunate that much of this screen magic is wasted as director Wolfe concludes his story. "Nights in Rodanthe" deserves better and a resounding and complete resolution, even though I'm guessing that the movie is loyal to the Sparks novel. Gere, Lane, and we the audience deserve a complete and satisfying movie.

I personally think this is the most difficult genre to pull off - romance has to create some magical reality, and some plausibility: we have to believe it could , would happen to them and to us.

Nights partially succeeds in creating some atmosphere and some nice scenes but fails to ignite into magical.

Instead what we get is just too rushed and uses too many clichés - every scene feels like it came from somewhere else - and the sparks are somehow not fireworks but squibs.

It cannot decide whether to be gentle and meditative and mature, or to be unabashedly full-on.

All in all it will be a box office winner given the stars and the lack of other material of its kind - but really this is no classic.