It’s got a clever-ish premise (boring British novelist finds his staid novel shooting up the charts in Mexico, only to discover it’s because the Spanish translator turned it into a bodice-ripper) and highly charismatic stars (Sam Claflin and Verónica Echegui), so there are plenty of reasons this should have emerged as an at least halfway decent rom-com. Alas, all the promise in the world can’t overcome an almost criminal lack of chemistry between its leads. Skip it and wait for the inevitable remake starring two people who actually seem like they want to be in the same room with each other.
1/5 stars