According to all of the people that are always telling me to get out and meet people, there are these things called “friends.” Said groupings of comrades typically consist of guys or gals, but things tend to get a little awkward when the full range of the sexual spectrum is represented — especially sex itself. One Day, a 2011 film that brings us the tale of Emma (Anne Hathaway) and Dexter (Jim Sturgess): two English people who hook up for a drunken-yet-platonic one night stand the night of their college graduation on July 15, 1988.
Though their excursion into the land of the nookie never even warrants so much as a pith helmet, the two remain friends for years to come; keeping in contact, living together as roommates, and ringing the other up occasionally when they need a shoulder to cry on — all the while concealing the fact that they are actually, secretly in love with one another. Like the A.R. Gurney play Love Letters or the play (and film) Same Time, Next Year, the focus here is on how the film’s characters progress over the next twenty years or so, as we travel from one July 15 to another.
We witness Emma settle for second best and engage in a relationship with a total nerd (Rafe Spall), and Dexter’s rise to late night TV fame and subsequent descent into drugs and alcohol after his mother (Patricia Clarkson) passes away from cancer. We see the hopes and dreams every college-aged individual has dissipate as maturity (and common sense) sets in. We also get to hear Anne Hathaway do her best at pulling off an English accent — something that very few American viewers will note as being particularly lousy. But, of course, that’s neither here nor there: it’s the movie itself that matters, right?