In Remember Me, love means never having to say you’re sorry, particularly to the audience. The star is Robert Pattinson, the heartthrob from the Twilight series, a conceivably promising actor in need of immediate acting intervention. He plays Tyler, a melancholic who poses and broods in this lugubrious romance-cum-melodrama about a boy (sad) and a girl (also sad) who heal (eventually) while steaming up the sheets (discreetly).
It’s hard to know what the director Allen Coulter could have done to improve the absurdly contrived script about love and loss, largely set in the summer of 2001. Coulter infuses the movie with grave self-importance. Everything comes weighted in significance, from the way Tyler smokes to the camera movements that show off the squalor in which this scion of a wealthy family has chosen to settle. Coulter has talent—individual scenes have energy—but his hand can be as heavy as stone. There are few light moments, nothing to cut through the portentous air that settles on to the story in the first scene: In 1991, the young Ally Craig (Caitlyn Paige Rund) watches the murder of her mother in the subway, witnessing horror.
Heavy and contrived: Robert Pattinson (left) and Caitlyn Paige Rund.
Love blooms despite the flapping of parental hands, including that of Pierce Brosnan as Tyler’s power-lawyer big daddy. Pattinson shoots Brosnan a lot of dark, hurting looks, but does his best work with Ruby Jerins, an appealing child actor who plays his sister. When they’re together, Pattinson actually seems happy to be on screen: Better yet, he doesn’t pull a James Dean Lite, he delivers.
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Remember Me released in theatres on Friday