Jojo Moyes’ adaptation of her own triple-hanky bestseller strives to integrate one trickier-than-usual plot point into its wipe-clean romantic fantasyland. It’s doing disability in the age of Dignitas – granting unemployed kook Emilia Clarke a measure of upward mobility after she becomes carer to hunky quadriplegic Heathcliff Sam Claflin – albeit in comically maladroit fashion: an alternative title might be Two Left Feet. Transferring from theatre, director Thea Sharrock ramps up the property porn, while failing to fill this space with anything like recognisable human activity or emotion. Clarke, whose manically distracted smile suggests a dim eight-year-old, seems to require far closer supervision than her client ever does.
