Notting Hill Review

Most people think that the world of the rich and famous is really fascinating. Most of us think that rich people must be happy because they can have anything what they want. Their dreams can come true. We think that famous people are like princesses and princes. Most people, especially women, likes tales about rich prince who falls in love with poor woman, they get married, have many children and live in a beautiful castle.
In the film I would talk about we have similar story but in this case we have a rich princess and a poor man. “Notting Hill”, the film I will talk about, is a schematic romantic comedy where action is so slack and static that every scene ambles interminably. The film offers no surprises.
Julia Roberts plays Anna Scott, the world's most famous, glamorous, successful and popular actress (she is our princess) who is somehow able to walk freely (without bodyguards) around one of the largest cities in the world for three-fourths of the movie with nary a photographer, journalist or curiosity seeker in tow. One day she finds herself in the Notting Hill William's (he is our poor man, who the princess will fall in love with.) small, failing travel bookstore. William Thacker is charmed by her immediately, and also flustered. According to his good English manners he does not let on that he knows who she is. She buys a book and leaves. A few minutes after, he bumps into her on the street, spilling orange juice all over her white T-shirt. Luckily (how could it be otherwise), his house is just a few blocks away, so she can change her clothes there.
This serendipitous double whammy begins are so exasperating, and desperately predictable that I can not stand them.
As I said before Anna Scott is a star. We are informed about it in a tacky opening montage of flashbulb explosions and magazine covers. William Thacker is a divorced man who owns a not very profitable travel bookshop.
When their paths cross, the couple comes to face the ultimate...