It might just be a sweet romantic comedy, a piece of froth, but it features such impeccable direction and incandescent, luminous acting that all mishaps within the production are forgiven at the drop of a hat.
Madonna should just quit. She's just not a very good director. Her films, cinematography-wise, are absolutely stunning, vain and glamorous, but her directorial abilities are limited profusely. There, in W.E., a film about a woman obsessed with what she perceives as the ultimate love story (King Edward VIII's abdication of the British throne for the woman he loved), with shaky flashbacks to Wallis and David's life, boasts some terrific performances but suffers terribly from Madonna's bad directing, not to mention Madonna's choice of soundtrack (Really, Pretty Vacant at a 30's party?).
As saccharine and cloying as the picture is, Woodley and Elgort's top-notch performances elevate the already durable (and surprisingly funny) script to new, utterly heartbreaking, heights. A modern, role-reversed version of Love Story.