Another year, another Nicholas Sparks’ adaptation. The latest, The Longest Ride, certainly seems to be lacking in inspiration.
This time the star-crossed lovers are, rather bizarrely, a former champion bull rider (Scott Eastwood) and a college student (Britt Robertson). Sparks, despite his utter mawkishness, remains highly successful with audiences and seems to have a never ending back catalogue for film production companies to plunder.
Whilst I certainly have no real issue with people enjoying Sparks’ books and in turn their adaptations, their continued proliferation does, for some, set up an unrealistic attitude towards all affairs of the heart. Too many impressionable teens seem to belief that life must somehow reflect the grandiose and inevitably ridiculous gestures of a Sparks text.