The sick teen romance genre is a rite of passage for many young stars. Mandy Moore had "A Walk to Remember"; Shailene Woodley had "The Fault in Our Stars," and never forget the patient zero of these movies: the '70s tear-jerker "Love Story."
Now, former Disney star Bella Thorne gets in on the action with "Midnight Sun," across from Patrick Schwarzenegger (son of Arnie).
Directed by Scott Speer and written by Kenji Bando and Eric Kirsten, "Midnight Sun" is the story of an 18-year old girl, Katie, afflicted with xeroderma pigmentosum, or XP.
It means she's hypersensitive to the sun, and has therefore been shut up inside for all of her young life, shielded by tinted windows, lest she instantly break out in skin cancer or her brain "contract." Life with XP was also depicted by Brad Pitt in a 1988 film, "The Dark Side of the Sun," which shares some significant story overlaps with "Midnight Sun" (mostly, sun exposure for love).
Katie lives a quiet life, with only her dad (Rob Riggle) and friend Morgan (Quinn Shepherd) for company, although sometimes she ventures at night out to play guitar and busk at the train station. She pines after Charlie (Schwarzenegger), who passes by her house every day, and she is shocked when he approaches her at the station one night.
They strike up a romance, getting to know each other at night — Katie claims she's "busy" during the day. She hesitates to mention her condition, wanting to be just a girl, not a disease. This, of course, leads to trouble when a special date night turns into an all-night adventure. Will Katie make it home before the sunrise?
This genre is never lacking in sentimentality, and "Midnight Sun" is dripping with it. The film never holds back on the melodrama, either. Despite the ever-present layer of cheesiness, every now and again, however, some of those emotions are just big enough to land a somewhat effective blow right to the heart.
The film has a climax that makes you say "huh?" But the biggest problem with "Midnight Sun" is that Thorne has more chemistry with Riggle than she does with Schwarzenegger. He's got generic good looks: sandy side-swept hair, toothy grin, tall, muscled, frame, but not an ounce of charisma animates those eyes. Next to him, Thorne radiates.
But she often makes the very strange choice to deliver a broad comedic performance, making Katie bumbling and socially awkward (but gorgeous, of course). It's the kind of over-the-top style native to the Disney sitcoms where she got her start, but feels out of place in this syrupy, inspirational melodrama.
And it tanks across from Schwarzenegger, who is so stoic and wooden he seems to be carved from lumber. In these slapsticky moments, you can tell she's working overtime to spark something, anything. But nothing catches fire.