What´s the deal with Colin

Everyone has their particular taste, but I disagree majorly with this article. Colin definitely has a certain "je ne sais quoi" that is extremely attractive and alluring to me, anyway!

Why is Colin on your favourite actors list then?

Generally I agree that Firth is an attractive leading man, and I can see his appeal to women. But here he's in a pretty lame vehicle, and actors of Mr. Firth's quiet, almost passive acting style, cannot hope to compete with the stultifying, cloying, saccharine screenplay. This movie goes back and forth on a linear line for virtually the whole movie to the point where there seems to be no passage of time at all. It's suffocating, this static timeline - as is the cinematography which frames every scene so tight and close that you feel like leaving the room yourself just to get some air. Terribly directed and photographed, what you're left with are the actors who are forced, in this limp and inconsequential film, to mouth inanities in the service of a non-plot that goes nowhere. The dialogue is frightfully bad, not one good line in the movie. Barely a laugh anywhere. It's amateurish and boring. All these otherwise good performers are brought low by their cinematic surroundings.

That the resolution of the film is Colin Firth carrying the usually delicious Heather Graham - reduced here to some kind of carefully-wrapped, de-sexed, small town butter queen - for an inordinate distance for no apparent reason other than to use up some running time is pitiful. The payoff to this forced and awkward hike? When the two begin stripping off their clothes for some more extremely tame lovemaking, guess what? He throws out his back!!! Gales of laughter ensue. Even the scene in which the also usually sexy Minnie Driver - whose body is arguably superior to that of Ms. Graham - strips to her negligee is shot and lit so horribly that we really never get the impact, the powerful sexuality that is supposed to be driving Mr. Firth to his absurdly confused actions throughout. In Pride And Prejudice, Firth delivers what it is that has made him so attractive to women, but that's Jane Austin, and this is Mark Herman's (Little Voice, Brassed Off) very soft take on what had to be a pretty meek novel by Charles Webb - who hasn't written anything good since The Graduate back in 1971.

There is usually one person to blame for something like this: the director. I think, in this case, you can also blame the writer...oh, wait. The director is the writer. OK. Blame them both.