With her cascading blonde hair, long legs, and toothpaste-commercial smile, Blake Lively is the epitome of the sun-kissed California beauty. It was actually a little far-fetched that she played some sort of Upper East Side princess in Gossip Girl—she’s surf boards and Laguna Beach all the way. But we bought it, mostly because her primary purpose on that show was to be the foil to the jealous Blair, who wanted the effortless charm that Lively’s Serena possessed.

In It Ends With Us, based on Colleen Hoover’s wildly popular novel (as seen on TikTok!), Lively does not have blond hair, but a mess of cooperative red curls, the sort that exist far more often in romance novels than real life. She wears flowy, artfully mismatched clothing—I spied some Magnolia Pearl, notorious for their expensive schmattas; she also seems to favor these architecturally complicated chainmail boots. She opens a flower shop in Boston, straight out of a “Bohemian Flower Shop” Pinterest board. It’s all a little ridiculous. It seems like cosplay.

Lively’s incongruous casting is a perfect metaphor for the film, which also seems to be suffering from an identity crisis.

At first, It Ends With Us seems like a love story. Lively’s Lily Blossom Bloom—yes, the film makes fun of the name, which feels like cheating since they’re the ones who gave her the name—meets hunky neurosurgeon Ryle Kincaid (Justin Baldoni, who also directs) on a rooftop. (For the record, they also make fun of his soap-opera-ready name. Again, YOU NAMED HIM THAT.) She’s up there contemplating her father who just died, but whom she didn’t really love. (More on that in a bit.) Ryle comes on the roof to vent about something—he assaults a chair. Knowing that the film was ultimately going to be about domestic violence, I thought this was a good touch. They’re showing that he has a bad temper. And yet, for a while, Ryle is nothing but a dreamboat. Although he’s a notorious playboy, he vows to change his ways for Lily. He’s doting, sincere, patient. There’s a minor road block once it’s discovered that Ryle is the brother of Lily’s best friend, Allysa (Jenny Slate, here to save us). But their love cannot be stopped! With Allysa’s blessing, Ryle and Lily get married.

Okay, but let’s back-up a bit. In flashbacks, we also see glimpses of Lily’s first love, a homeless boy named Atlas (stop laughing). In those flashbacks, Lily is played by Isabela Ferrer and Atlas is played by Alex Neustaedter, who both only glancingly resemble their older counterparts. The flashbacks here are doing a lot of heavy lifting: They’re showing us Lily’s first love and showing us that Lily’s father beat Lily’s mother and eventually Atlas, when he discovers the boy in bed with his daughter—but they feel perfunctory. Baldoni seems much more interested in the scenes depicting Lily’s adult life (maybe because he’s in them?).

And then Ryle hits Lily. It kind of comes out of nowhere. This film would’ve been notably better if they’d established Ryle’s violent tendencies—getting jealous at a bar, maybe, or being enraged when his much-loved Bruins lose a game. Yes, we saw him assault that chair on the roof, but that was it. Beyond that, he was Prince Charming. Ryle gaslights Lily (and to a certain extent us) into thinking it was an accident. (The film intentionally holds back on showing us the extent of his violence until later on.) Lily covers her bruise with some makeup and they go out for dinner with Allysa and her affable husband (Hasan Minhaj). The waiter looks kinda familiar? You guessed it, it’s Atlas, all grown up now and sporting a non-threatening beard (he’s played as an adult by Brandon Sklenar). He’s not just their waiter, he’s the restaurant’s owner and chef. (He is the Swiss Army Knife of convenient plot contrivances.)

Atlas sees the hastily covered bruise on Lily’s face and immediately groks what’s going on, even if she refuses to see it. He and Ryle fight and this is the beginning of the end, as Ryle becomes consumed by jealousy.

I experienced a fair amount of cognitive dissonance watching It Ends With Us—it plays like a sun-dappled romance that suddenly turns violent. (Apparently some people, expecting it to be an uncomplicated love story, felt deceived by the sudden change in tone.)

I appreciate the fact that this is ultimately a film—and book—about ending the cycle of violence. We’ve evolved past the “fall in love with your rapist” trope, thank goodness. But it feels like they want to have their cake and eat it, too, here—a hot romance with beautiful people and a “you go, girl” film about a woman rejecting her violent lover. And then there’s Atlas—chef, waiter, restaurant owner, former homeless kid turned bearded king—waiting in the wings. Is the answer to leaving your abusive husband having a better alternative on deck?

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Hathaway has always been a beauty, but in her younger years, she also convincingly played gawky (see Princess Diaries and The Devil Wears Prada). There’s nothing gawky about her now. She recently wowed me in a femme fatale-ish role in the criminally underseen Eileen. She had an allure, a kind of gravitas in that film that reminded of no less than Cate Blanchett.

Here, she’s leaning into her Julia Roberts era—electric smile, gobs of charisma, and a kind of cozy and confident sex appeal.

Her character’s young lover, Hayes Campbell, is the lead singer of the boy band August Moon. He’s played by rising star Nicholas Galitzine, who is indeed charming and hot, although not totally convincing as this boy band stud. Galitzine has a kind of sensuous, heavy-lidded beauty that tends to appeal to, well, older women. Most boy band members have a cutie-pie androgyny. (Also: Those fake tattoos? Unconvincing!). One thing that is convincing: August Moon’s super catchy, radio-friendly music, written by songwriters Savan Kotecha and Carl Falk. And Galitzine has a respectable singing voice.

The Idea of You is directed with breezy affection and confidence by the always reliable Michael Showalter (The Big Sick). No, it doesn’t have the snappy cleverness of Notting Hill—what does?—but it should appeal to folks craving an intelligent and sexy romcom.

Hathaway plays Solène (!), a gallery owner who’s still reeling a bit from a recent divorce and the sting of turning 40. Her big-shot lawyer ex-husband, Daniel (Reid Scott), cheated on her with a younger woman at the firm, who now seems desperate to become besties with Solène (who understandably scoffs at these overtures). Solène, refreshingly, has a good relationship with her 17-year-old daughter, Izzy (Ella Rubin).

It’s because of Izzy that Solène is at Coachella—Daniel bought Izzy and her friends all-access passes to meet August Moon. (It’s actually a minor, but clever detail that Izzy’s preoccupied father doesn’t realize that she hasn’t been into August Moon since the 7^th grade. These days, she prefers the likes of St. Vincent.)

Solène encounters Hayes backstage after a meet-cute involving a trailer mistaken for a bathroom. He’s immediately smitten. She thinks he’s attractive, but harmlessly so. He’s a baby! Later, Hayes dedicates a song to Solène from stage. Again, she’s amused, but doesn’t think too much of it—until he shows up the next day at her gallery and promptly buys all of the art. (He insists he has an empty house and likes Solène’s taste.)

They have lunch, they kiss; they spend more time together. They begin having an affair. She worries she’s too old for him. He worries he’s “a joke” as a musician. They lift each other up.

And then there are conflicts. I won’t go into them all, so as not to spoil the movie, but they involve things like internet trolls, paparazzi, and the effect all of this is having on Izzy. Will they make it or won’t they?

The Idea of You so deftly avoids cliches, I wasn’t totally sure until the very end.

The Idea of You is now playing on Prime Video

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