Directed by Ridley Scott
It’s a film from which you’d expect the moon, the stars and the sun. What with an actor like Crowe and a director like Scott. Disappointingly, the talented duo gives you the most wishy-washy film of the year. First there’s the stale old tale, every twist and turn of the plot ever so predictable. A high-flying stock broker Max Skinner (Crowe) inherits a French chateau and vineyard, the place where he spent his childhood with the quirky Uncle Henry (Finney). He hopes to sell it to make a quick buck. But then, on a visit, all those memories of the childhood idyll—the Lamborghini tractor, the swimming pool, the tennis court, the cricket wickets, the game of chess—make him go through a change of heart; as does the fetching French waitress Fanny (Cotillard).
The theme of leaving the rat race and discovering love and your true self does have potential. It would...