
A comedy involving attempted suicide is a tricky thing to deliver. It can't be played too much for laughs or the emotional impact will be lost, but if it's played too seriously then the humor becomes morbid and out of place. Or you can travel the route this movie does, which is such a safe one that it ends up rather bland despite its talented cast.
The story is adapted from the novel by Nick Hornby, but rather loosely, losing most of the book's depth and dark humor. It opens on New Year's Eve atop a favorite suicide spot in London, where 4 strangers converge with the intention of throwing themselves to their death. Martin (Brosnan), is a disgraced former celebrity who lost his career, family and fame after spending time in prison for sleeping with an under-age girl. Maureen (Collette), is a single mother with a disabled son who feels helpless in the life she's been given. Jess (Poots), is an emotional and dramatic young girl with daddy issues and a troubled love life. And lastly, J.J. (Paul) is a young American who claims he is dying of cancer. After an awkward conversation on top of the roof, a strange sort of friendship is formed amongst them and they agree to make a pact that none of them will try to kill themselves at least until Valentine's day.
Each of the characters narrates a portion of the story to varying degrees of success. The women are slightly more successful at it than the men. Collette delivers a heartfelt and emotional performance as Maureen. She is one of the most talented character actresses working today. Her situation is one of the only ones to generate real emotion and makes the other's problems seem mild by comparison. Poots also delivers a nice performance as Jess. It'd be easy to dismiss her as a girl indulged by her father and too dramatic in her relationships, but Poots gives her just enough edge and the script gives her enough humor to keep her likable and relatable. Brosnan is fine as Martin, but the script lets him down. His ego makes him hard to like and it's difficult to feel any sympathy for him. J.J. is the least developed character and Paul's performance is rather flat. The emotional climax, which should be his big scene, lacks impact.
These are all very different people and the script struggles to make us believe that they would maintain their friendship. And this is an important point because the message of the film is that once these characters stop obsessing over their own problems and start looking to help others, the urge to commit suicide starts to recede. Simplistic? Certainly, but it's a valid point in regards to certain situations. J.J.'s reveal at the end of the film is supposed to be a counterpoint to this, but as I wrote, it fails to deliver the needed contrast.
The very Hollywood ending also undercuts the emotional impact of the story. It didn't need to end with a tragedy, but it didn't need to be this much of a feel good one.
Usually I complain about movies being too long, but this one feels ruthlessly edited to fit in under 90 minutes. It needed a few more scenes of character development to show why these people stayed in contact and to develop more sympathy for some of them.
Despite being a disappointment overall, there are a couple of things to enjoy here. There's some nice humor scattered throughout the story and the cast is indeed talented and likable. The things that work in the movie are almost entirely because of them. It's too bad the script and the editing let them so far down.
It's a pity Hornby couldn't have adapted his own novel. He's proved himself an able screenwriter in the past. Perhaps he could have delivered something more nuanced and meaningful.



















