Le voeu

Hélas, le traitement hollywoodien du sujet, tantôt fleur bleue, tantôt mélo, rend l'ensemble parfois indigeste. L'interprétation sincère, pas trop larmoyante, n'est cependant pas en cause.

Un film qu'on oublie facilement. Jusqu'à la prochaine Saint-Valentin.

Luckily the film's stars, Rachel McAdams and the often shirtless Channing Tatum, are attractive distractions from a plot that's been marinated into girly glop.

Ce film prend l'affiche juste à temps pour la Saint-Valentin. Il est parfait pour un premier rendez-vous, les jeunes couples mariés, et bien sûr, les éternels romantiques.

Le voeu réussit à nous pincer le coeur et à nous humecter les yeux, mais les kleenex ne sont définitivement pas de mise.

Cornball romantic stuff for girls who crave Valentine's Day and boys who want to please them.

The Vow, even though it's a story about a woman struggling to regain her memory of her entire marriage, isn't interested in anything that creative or rich with potential. It's a straight shot down the middle of ooey-gooey romance territory, and as likable as Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum are, their presence is small comfort in a movie with so little else going on.

It may appeal to the most rabid fans of tearjerk romances like The Notebook, but it's a hard-to-swallow, maudlin tale.

The dialogue - in particular Leo's half-literate voice-over narration - is atrocious. The secondary characters are less vivid than the extras in an average non-Super Bowl television commercial, with the notable exception of Ms. Lange, whose one longish scene is the film's only moment of eccentric, unpredictable passion.