The movie is wonderful and true, an act of love in all its contradictions and complexity

Great example of an old-fashioned, pure-at-heart escapist event movie that doesn't pretend to be anything that it's not and has boat loads of fun being its own ludicrous self.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

WimbledonThe problem with dating a tennis player is that the subject of LOVE always comes up.Mind you, the competitive couple in this rom-com uses the term of affection both on and off the court.A British tennis player, Peter (Paul Bettany), nearing the end of his career takes one last kick at the can and lands a wildcard spot at Wimbledon. During the tournament he falls for Lizzie (Kirsten Dunst), the top ranking US female player. Lizzie's father (Sam Neill) disapproves of the union because it's affecting her performance. However, the reverse is happening to Peter's game as he moves up the rankings.While there is a spattering of chemistry between the leads, it's the sharp dialogue, the behind-the-scenes squabbles and the intensity of this upper crust sport that make this predictable love story really work. Unfortunately, when you date another tennis player your bleach budget doubles. Yellow Lightvidiotreviews.blogspot.ca

If anyone has ever felt that 'Working Title' films have a formula then this is a fine example. Posh Brit meets American girl, throw in some oddball secondary characters played by well known faces and you're off to a winner, aren't you? The fact is no. Despite all the right pieces 'Wimbledon' fails to match the big 'Working Title' hits like 'Love Actually' or 'Notting Hill', mainly because you can see the formula a mile away. The fact that the tennis scenes look notably faked and Bettany and Dunst don't have much chemistry doesn't help either.It should be a big hit, but as this film proves, sometimes the big names don't produce the goods.

Nope, nothing special here, other than that the story (love conquers all) is in a tennis setting. That's not to say that it isn't a pleasant film and mostly done rather well.Paul Bettany as the male love/tennis interest was "okay", although not to intriguing that I'll be buying many movie tickets just to see him. But, he was reasonably convincing as a tennis pro. Kirsten Dunst was "okay" as the female love/tennis lead...but she's been more interesting in other films. James McAvoy...well, I just don't get the attraction. Nice to see Bernard Hill as Bettany's father; very convincing. Eleanor Bron was "okay" as the mother. Sam Neill gets a little screen time as Dunst's father.The story itself...well, it works as a love story, but I'm not totally convinced it works as a tennis story. I'm not much of a tennis fan, though I may watch a match or two on occasion. But is it likely someone who is standing at a ranking of 119 will really win a Wimbledon? This is a "good" film, and it meets one of my standards for a sports film -- you don't have to love tennis to enjoy the movie. But there's just something missing. I wonder if there is really much screen chemistry between Dunst and Bettany.I won't recommend it or dis-recommend it. It's "okay".

I maybe shouldn't be reviewing this film, as I came in half way through, but if I'd seen it from the start I'd have turned it off.To start with, this is a fantasy-flick. A Brit wins Wimbledon? Oh puleeze! Unfortunately it's on the night we lost to Germany in the World Cup, which doesn't help. This is one of those Britflicks whose production values are designed to appeal to American audiences in the feeble hope that the film will make some money. This rarely comes off. We are a hard hearted unpleasant cynical race who ought to leave schmaltzy sentimentality to the Americans who are expert in it. British films made for British tastes occasionally strike it lucky over there, but in a completely unpredictable fashion. I have no idea whether this one did, but I doubt it.Look at the storyline involving the little ballboy hit on the head. Our Hero shows him a little care and tenderness. How unbritish! In a true Britflick nobody would have cared if he'd been carried off stone dead.This film, like so many we make, falls quite expertly between two stools. If it's on again I'll watch 'The day after tomorrow' instead. A pretty grim load of sentimental unscientific tosh, but it beats this. Or I might dig the garden.