Love and Other Drugs Movie Review
There are few things more touching than the classic romantic tale where a man meets a woman, and that man is a Viagra salesperson. It's been done many times before, but following in the footsteps of Humphrey Bogart and Cary Grant, Jake Gyllenhaal looks to win the heart of commitment-phobe Anne Hathaway in Love and Other Drugs.
Love and Other Drugs is about a moderately successful drug salesman who uses women as much as he can to get his way. But when he meets a neurotic but sexy patient who sees right through his bullshit, he falls immediately in love - even if she isn't quite so willing to accept his love.
The movie is a moderately entertaining romance that struggles with a problem so many films have: it doesn't know which genre it wants to belong to. It's almost a romantic comedy, but it isn't funny enough to be classified as such. It's more of a romantic drama, but the story isn't powerful enough to warrant such distinction.
And it is a movie that will ultimately appeal to women more than men, but the most memorable part of the movie is that Anne Hathaway gets naked a whole hell of a lot. Oh, and it's a movie centered on erection medicine.
Both Gyllenhaal and Hathaway do respectable jobs, though the material isn't powerful enough for either of them to flex their muscles. And when Love and Other Drugs does take a turn for the serious - and it does take a turn that was not marketed in trailers - the movie surprisingly lacks emotion.
It's the third act that could have launched the movie into a new stratosphere, but it never fully kicks into gear. I never really cared about the characters or their relationship, nor did I believe the reasons why they were drawn to one another. When they are presented with true conflict, it felt hollow and unremarkable.
Love and Other Drugs is adequate and no worse than many of other romantic movies, but even though it does present something new it doesn't in an engaging or impressive way.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.