He woos her. She swoons. He pledges his eternal love to her, but her father (John Leguizamo) isn’t having it.
So he waits. And waits. And waits, only to discover that she is no longer interested in him. Years pass and the two have led very separate lives. Fermina, with her doctor-husband (Benjamin Bratt) and Florentino with ... over 600 women! He’s slept with practically the entire continent of South America – all in an attempt to put the love of his life out of his mind.
Finally, in old age, the opportunity arises for these lovers to find their way back to one another. But do they?
Love in the Time of Cholera is packed with highly erotic moments. Much of the sex that transpires is well shot, but some of it (involving Bardem as an old man) is a bit unnerving.
The book-to-screen adaptation is also sporadic in places. Too much time is spent with the Florentino character as he whines and pines over Fermina. Meanwhile, not enough emphasis is placed on the true nature of her feelings for him.
Then, there’s the casting. With so many talented members of the Latino community just aching for a big break in Hollywood, I’m surprised that someone like Liev Schreiber was chosen to portray a Colombian character.
Love’s underlying message, “How long would you wait for love?” is capably executed, but lacks the same depth and cohesion of a film such as 1992’s Like Water for Chocolate. Still, director Mike Newell has an entertaining romantic drama on his hands.
Love in the Time of Cholera is currently in theaters.