It’s the premeditated glossed out treatment that really hurts here. Director Thea Sharrock’s helming is not a smoothly coordinated one. The lack of grittiness and honesty in the telling is also a drawback.

The misunderstandings, the love, the heartbreak, the tears, the wedding, concerts, races, mad dash to the airport, the night of somewhat passion, the first kiss, all check out and you are finally left with a voice from beyond, in a letter being read in a sunny bistro in Paris — there is nowhere to hide in cliché central.