"melodrama and shallow angst on a fairly pretty background...view at your own risk"

I'd have thought that tragically loosing your young wife to cancer and having to suddenly bring up your little son, who knows you as the mostly-absent present-bringer, would be enough to inspire anyone to question life, explore existence, challenge boundaries. Sadly, the only issues being tested here are child safety, with a nod towards the complications of family ties (because apparently we don't all have them, I suppose?!) - in this case in the form of busy-body in-laws and a teenage son from a previous marriage.

Simon Carr, whose memoir is the basis of the film, said that he felt fathers are often forgotten in the single-parent debate and his mission was to show it from their side of the playground. Ok, fair enough. Not that it hasn't been done before; The Pursuit of Happiness, Big Daddy, even Finding Nemo! But if he had something new to show, some insight that no one's been able to communicate before, this could've been a touching or harrowing production. It could've been memorable.

Alas, the only clear lesson here was that when things go wrong women will take on both parental roles and carry on as normal whereas men...well, they'll let their little one jump into shallow baths from windowsills and then leave the teenager in charge because their job is more important. And then they'll feel so heroic that they'll feel compelled to share these tribulations with the world!

We all have to make sacrifices, we all make mistakes, but come on, what's so special about that? Is his journey worthy of 104 minutes worth of film? I'm not so sure. The acting is bearable but not enchanting, the story ordinary but lacking insight, the scenery pretty but not breathtaking...in short, there's nothing remarkable about this film and therefore I'm not sure if it should be watched.