Though it sets out to be a feel-good film about a lucky chap, the film turns every single member of the audience into an unlucky one.
Anyone familiar with Sparks’ work will know what to expect — long, shoddily-scripted scenes of adults behaving like pre-pubescent kids confessing their private feelings to each other. The Lucky One has too many contrivances, cringe inducing dialogues, laughable conflicts and cheap reconciliations, none of which carry any insight to justify them.
So here we have a marine (Zac Efron) stationed in Iraq — he chances upon a photograph of an unknown beautiful blonde woman (Taylor Schilling) and it somehow ends up saving his life. When he gets to return home, he makes up his mind to find this guardian angel and thank her.
After a quick search on the Internet, he locates her at a dog training sanctuary in North Carolina and heads over, only to begin working for her and falling in love. As fate begins to take over the secret he has kept from her, the ex- husband turns up to add to the frivolity of the plot.
With its main character that is 25-yeard-old but looks 17, and one that is unable to break free from his lone expression, The Lucky One isn’t even a chick flick. Efron is hilariously unbelievable as a marine — sulking and vacant, coming across as someone who was fired on the sets of a High School Musical film.
Schilling is equally ludicrous and ditsy, with her wide-eyed grins that give the impression of a third grader in a quantum mechanics class. It’s all a big package that assumes that the audience is hopelessly barmy and it constantly manipulates with bittersweet buttery visuals and narration.