OK, let me just say that I registered for IMDB for the sole purpose of expressing how bad I thought this movie was. Laughably bad. One comment on this board said "I can't believe I never heard of this movie - it couldn't have been a straight to video release." While I was watching this movie, I actually wondered how it could have possibly made it past audience screening and into the theaters in the first place.
I really enjoyed the first 30 minutes of this movie. It actually seemed as if we were going somewhere with the arc of the story - a woman loses favorite singer and husband at the same time, and sets off for England to find meaning in her life. Fair enough. She meets the relatives of the singer, and finds that he wasn't exactly as advertised. We have some really funny revelations and interactions at this point. But then they (Kathy Bates, and Vincent Fox's lover, Rupert Everret) travel back to the US to try and hunt down the killer, and suddenly it turns into an amatuerish whodunit. The bulk of the characters' actions, especially by Everret, at the end of the movie are completely out of character from what we have learned about them in the first half of the film. It's as if someone stopped editing the script at the midway part of the film, and the whole thing goes flying around with arms waving until we have a completely unconvincing and painful Barry Manilow/Sally Jesse Rafael singalong at the end. It took more than 2 hours to eventually tell us that, well, I don't really know what it told us. Maybe there's a message here, but it was clouded by all of the incredibly superfluous action in the last 45 minutes.
I see that the working title of this movie was "Who Shot Victor Fox", which suggests a grossly different kind of movie than does "Unconditional Love". That's perfect - even the writers didn't appear to know what the point of this movie was.
I really enjoyed the first 30 minutes of this movie. It actually seemed as if we were going somewhere with the arc of the story - a woman loses favorite singer and husband at the same time, and sets off for England to find meaning in her life. Fair enough. She meets the relatives of the singer, and finds that he wasn't exactly as advertised. We have some really funny revelations and interactions at this point. But then they (Kathy Bates, and Vincent Fox's lover, Rupert Everret) travel back to the US to try and hunt down the killer, and suddenly it turns into an amatuerish whodunit. The bulk of the characters' actions, especially by Everret, at the end of the movie are completely out of character from what we have learned about them in the first half of the film. It's as if someone stopped editing the script at the midway part of the film, and the whole thing goes flying around with arms waving until we have a completely unconvincing and painful Barry Manilow/Sally Jesse Rafael singalong at the end. It took more than 2 hours to eventually tell us that, well, I don't really know what it told us. Maybe there's a message here, but it was clouded by all of the incredibly superfluous action in the last 45 minutes.
I see that the working title of this movie was "Who Shot Victor Fox", which suggests a grossly different kind of movie than does "Unconditional Love". That's perfect - even the writers didn't appear to know what the point of this movie was.