Couldn't agree with the reviewer more. It is a travesty to use an event as terrible as this and turn it into a mawkish novel. Gilles Paquet-Brenner has a completely tin ear for almost every scene involving English-speaking actors, and even manages to make Aidan Quinn into a bad actor.
By the time it got to "I'm sorry", "No, I'm sorry" I was the one who was sorry.
It would have worked without the modern day schmaltz. And, as for those awkward scenes with the young magazine colleagues, words fail me.
Pity, because it started off promising. Melodrama wins. And this subject is too serious for trite melodrama. I'm sorry.