Finding You

Even as an amorous daydream, "Finding You" is dated and generic, Disney Channel-movie-esque, but without the charismatic teen stars.

Scores around six on the logarithmic PH scale - Paddywhackery Hazard - that leads from acceptable neo-realist films at one to the herb we won't mention again at 10.

Tiny specks of grit get entirely smoothed over in pearlescent sentimentality by the end, eased through by lashings of flute-and-fiddle noodlings on the soundtrack.

[T]here's not much here outside of glossy stargazing and fluffy daydreams, except for the exquisite greenery of Ireland. That's so real you couldn't fake it if you tried.

It's as if Finding You was written by a computer program that studied 2000s rom-coms, taking the worst tropes and clunkily blending them together.

A rom-com (with splashes of drama, care of death, cancer, and the price of celebrity, surely all stellar romantic hallmarks) that never met a contrivance it didn't love, right down to its winking take on "Notting Hill."

The relationship the very likable lead actors form makes Finding You a 21st Century answer to Notting Hill.

The lack of dramatic twists and turns makes it challenging to imagine a film that is entirely devoid of conflict.

Given the significance of the lessons Finley learns - and their congruity with Gospel values - "Finding You" is probably acceptable for teens, some touches of vulgar language notwithstanding.

Yes, the romantic comedy is like many others you have probably seen before. Totally predictable. Yet inoffensive.