6.4 stars.
My best description of "Marry Me in Yosemite" is a dramatization of two people that got caught in the middle of a documentary as part of a campaign to preserve a national park. I could use a bunch of political terms like climate change and going green, and all that good stuff, but let's not forget there is a cheesy Hallmark romance intertwined in this save the planet promo which has been communicated to us by a random assortment of park ranger who is granddaughter to native American sports and camping gear shop owner at Yosemite National Park, and his great, great grandfather was one of the original natives who lived in the park and was acquainted with John Muir who wrote famous books about the park and other natural wonders in America and this and that. Enter this gorgeous female stranger to the park, from the big city who wants to be like Ansel Adams and take great pics and publish it all in a coffee table book, and she meets a guy who lives alone in the woods in a small house near the park, a hermit type, and he takes the role as her guide so they can create the perfect story for her book. Only problem is he is a fanatical scientific save the earth sort of guy and she is an artistic writer. They don't mesh.
This film is about nature and mountains and Yosemite National park. The romance and the people are secondary. Like it's said more than once in this film: this is the animals' home, we are the visitors. Blah, blah, blah. I love animals, I believe we should save them, but don't try to masquerade a Hallmark movie behind the agenda. My response is: ok, but we are also visiting this movie, and nobody is home.
