The film tells the romantic story between a widower whose book about coping with loss turns him into a best-selling self-help guru, and a hotel florist has had enough of men and dating. When he falls for her, it's when he learns that he hasn't yet truly confronted his wife's passing.
While there is no doubting the appeal of Eckhart and Aniston as a screen couple, their scenes together come over as decidedly slight when compared to the weightier issues raised by the movie as a whole.
Too bad the filmmakers didn't realize [its] potential, and instead, decided to ignore the special relationship that these two characters could have had by throwing in a lot of irrelevant and clichéd material.
The film is part romance, part drama, part Seattle travelogue, with Washington emerging as the only true winner. Along with the benefactors of the movie's copious product placements, that is.
The sorrowing widower is a great subject for film romance; but the point is to let the girl have a proper crack at cheering him up. And, as always with love, a GSOH would help.
