Originally posted on Variety:
Like a cross between a warm-and-fuzzy support-group hug and one of those infernal Garry Marshall-directed holiday ensemblers, this ingratiating adaptation of Hornby’s fourth novel has been interpreted with plucky sitcom style by British TV scribe Jack Thorne and brought to the screen by French helmer Pascal Chaumeil (“Heartbreaker”). Together, they aim to plaster a big old grin on the face of each and every audience member, starting from the unlikeliest possible place to do so.
While the rest of London is ringing in the New Year, disgraced talkshow personality Martin Sharp (Brosnan) lugs a ladder up the stairs of Toppers Tower, determined to off himself. As he stands hesitating on the ledge — in the one shot viewers won’t find instantly forgettable — a timid woman named Maureen (Collette, looking like a middle-aged Muriel) joins him on the roof, politely asking whether he wouldn’t mind hurrying it up so that she might take her turn. In short order, Jess (Poots, a dull young thing working overtime to seem eccentric) and J.J. (Paul, typically sullen) turn up, corroborating what their respective stereotypes have already suggested: Each of these individuals is a walking cliche, incapable of an original thought, even when it comes to making his or her exit.