Scott Spencer's 1979 novel first inspired a downbeat Brooke Shields vehicle, remembered for its sappy Lionel Richie/Diana Ross title song. It's now been redressed by Gossip Girl's producers as a glossy, Nicholas Sparksish wallow.

Scruffy, bum-chinned plank Alex Pettyfer is its improbably noble blue-collar dreamboat; Gabriella Wilde the uptown girl he woos, to her overprotective pop's chagrin. A certain doofy sincerity – all fairy lights and lakeside kisses – and Wilde's nervy, natural responses keep matters semi-watchable. As a romance, though, it's by-the-book, poring at needless length over pages liberally flecked with bullshit, thereby giving another generation of sleepover guests skewed ideas about their male contemporaries.