Helping a young teenager, Henry, a smart architect, who struggles against the death of his wife in a car accident, makes his mind to help a teenager girl in finding her lost father.
Cloyingly sentimental and annoyingly whimsical, director Bill Purple's The Book of Love is one of those movies that all-too-neatly tries to turn grief into personal growth at the audience's expense.
Perhaps Purple and Pickering have honest intentions, but "The Book of Love" doesn't deliver sincerity. It's more comfortable with heavily sugared predictability.
Filled with contrivances, false emotions and even flimsier accents, it strains mightily to tug at our heartstrings while also enticing us with whimsy, and fails on both fronts.
