The Vow was inspired by a news item that one of the producers read twelve years ago about a woman who, after an accident, had no memory of her husband. What a shame that the finished product—which comes after numerous attempts to create an effective screenplay over the past decade—is so lackluster. Whatever appeal it may have as a romantic drama derives from the casting of its stars; at least Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum make an attractive and believable couple.
We learn how they met and fell in love, how she’s pursuing a career as a sculptor in Chicago while he has opened a recording studio. They live in a very cool industrial-neighborhood space. Then, when tragedy hits, we meet her estranged parents, played by Jessica Lange and Sam Neill, who seize on her amnesia to reclaim their little girl.
The handful of screenwriters who are credited with The Vow are all too ready to fall back on tired movie clichés. Director Michael Sucsy can’t bring anything new to this shopworn material, and what’s worse, the film becomes downright dull. All that’s left is for us to admire the two good-looking actors, which is better than nothing—but not enough to validate this mediocre picture.