Maybe it’s a sign that I’m watching the wrong shows, but it seems like every time I turn on the TV there’s an ad for this movie Nights In Rodanthe starring Richard Gere and Diane Lane (re-paired after playing troubled spouses in Unfaithful, which reminds me, Richard Gere’s final scene in that movie was hilarious.) Anyway, the movie looks like one of those fake trailers from Tropic Thunder but for a mid-life romance movie. Diane Lane? Check. A second chance at love that lasts forever? Check. A wisecracking African American best friend? Check. After seeing the TV spots at least 40 times in the past week, it seemed like the entire movie might consist of Diane Lane and Richard Gere running around frolicking on the beach with horses and talking about how their love changed their lives, for two hours. But no, here’s the extended trailer, which reveals the entire plot of the movie and the fact that it co-stars James Franco (What?):
“I made that. It’s to keep special things safe.” “Who keeps you safe?” GAG. Here’s a Nights In Rodanthe drinking game: Drink every time someone says “make love.”
Now that all that is out of the way, guess what else looked lame and ended up being a cathartic heartbreaking sobfest instant classic and was by the same author who wrote Nights In Rodanthe? The fucking Notebook. So all bets are off. I will be seeing Nights In Rodanthe on opening weekend. But if anyone asks, it’s because I’m a James Franco completist.