Rating: 2 stars out of 5
The Stars: Felicity Jones, Ed Westwick, Bill Nighy, Tamsin Egerton, Sophia Bush, Brooke Shields, Nicholas Braun.
The Story: To make ends meet, strong-willed, ex skate-boarding champion Kim Matthews (Jones) takes the job of a chalet girl at a swanky ski resort in the Alps owned by wealthy businessman Richard Masden (Nighy). While trying to handle her chores and assimilate into the world of the rich and famous, she slowly but surely befriends her uber-posh, icy co-worker Georgie (Egerton), but also finds herself falling for her boss’s charming son Jonny (Westwick). Problem is, gorgeous Jonny is engaged to hoity-toity Chloe (Bush). At the same time, Kim discovers the thrills of snowboarding and finds renewed confidence to hit the slopes and take part in the resort’s most prestigious annual pro-boarding event.
The Buzz: Chalet Girl was shot on location in Austria and Germany, and features a cameo by professional snowboarder Tara Dakides, who plays herself in the film.
inSing.com thinks: Director Phil Traill (All About Steve) and screenwriter Tom Williams does a paint-by-numbers and basically follows the Sports Movie handbook step by step with this exposition heavy film that bills itself as a rom-com of sorts.
Traill has done some amazingly witty yet underrated work with the TV version of everyone's favourite teen comedy of the millennium 10 Things I Hate About You, which was sadly canned after a season. More unfortunately however, is his latest feature that's almost completely devoid of substance even when backed by a sizably stellar cast.
While Jones' infectious, easy charm tries to save the movie, the countless clichés at every turn simply thwart all attempts at creating a heart-warming tale of overcoming obstacles and living your dreams. There's also no real antagonist to deliver that climactic kick, and Kim's told-before-a-trillion-times back story of losing her mom in a car accident, thus causing her to (you guessed it) swear off skateboarding for all eternity, is more predictable than Jennifer Aniston's outfits.
Westwick, without his upper east-side wardrobe and Gossip Girl swagger, fails to contribute any romantic spark to the relationship - coming off like a wimpier variant of Chuck Bass minus the style and personality.
Eventually, you're left with ogling at the lush, snow-capped scenery and admiring Egerton's perfectly coifed curls. Both options which prove far more interesting than this clumsy excuse of a film.