movie quotes feel fractured and although the
movie isn't entirely bad the
foundations of the story from the novel is lacking an organic flow
and hasn't transitioned that well to screen. If you haven't
then the experience of the movie will come across as slightly confusing
and disjointed as the movie doesn't delve enough into the missing
years of the characters lives, what saves One Day is the
beautiful love story. All in all this isn't the
adaptation you'll come across and if
you can stand to sit through a tragic love story, then you
won't be disappointed with this movie.
by: Lone Scherfig
David Nicholls (screenplay & book) Starring: Anne Hathaway -
Jim Sturgess - Dexter
Tom Mison - Callum
Jodie Whittaker - Tilly
Tim Key - Customer
Rafe Spall - Ian
Joséphine de La Baume - Marie
Patricia Clarkson - Alison
Ken Stott - Steven
Heida Reed - Ingrid
Amanda Fairbank-Hynes - Tara Romola Garai
- Sylvie Emilia Jones
- Jasmine (2007 and 2011)
opens 15th July
2006; Emma is swimming then riding a bike, then we go back to
same day in 1988, Emma and Dexter are celebrating their college
graduation with friends] Dexter:
You know, we've never actually met. Emma:
Actually, we have, several times. Dexter: Oh,
have we? Emma: You
gatecrashed my Birthday party, called me Julie and split red wine down
my top. Dexter: Ouch.
Well, I'm sorry about that. Emma: No,
not at all! You were delightful. Dexter: Oh,
was I? Emma: No!
No, you weren't. Dexter: Look,
uh...if you're not Julie, then... Emma: I'm
Emma. Dexter: Emma. Emma: Emma
Morley. Dexter: Emma
Morley. Listen, I'll...I'll walk you home.
[back at Emma's place
they start making out] Emma: So,
what are you gonna be when you're, I don't know, forty? [they start to get
undressed] Dexter: Forty? Emma: Mmhmm. Dexter: Can
I say famous? Horribly rich. Emma: Terrible!
You're so...you're so terrible. Dexter: Where
are you going? Emma: I'm
just gonna go brush my teeth. You know, booze and fags. Dexter: I
don't mind. Emma: I do. [she puts on a record] Dexter: Listen,
I won't be a minute. No playing with yourself while I'm gone.
[Emma comes back from
the bathroom in her underwear only wearing graduation gown to find
Dexter getting dressed] Emma: Oh,
you're going! Dexter: Well,
you know, it's getting light out. I thought I could just... Emma: You
should go if you wanna go. There's no point in... Dexter: I
just thought you might wanna get some sleep. Emma: It's
very light. Should get some sleep. No! No! Go! Dexter: I
don't have to go. Emma: Go!
I'm not bothered. Sneak off! Dexter: I
wasn't sneaking off. Emma: Sneak
off. Jump out the window for all I care. Dexter: I
wasn't sneaking off! Emma: It's
five floors if you don't mind. Dexter: Look!
Fine! Fine! Fine! Look, I'll stay. Alright? I'll stay. [he takes his trousers
[after Dexter decides to
stay and spend the night with her] Emma: Sorry,
I'm no good at this. It's just, whenever I go to bed with someone I
always end up either laughing or weeping and it could be nice to go for
something in between. Dexter: Look,
uh...that's fine. That's fine. Maybe we could just be friends. Emma: Okay.
Friends. [she puts on a t-shirt
and gets into bed with him]
[as they try to sleep in
each others arms] Dexter: Of
course, you know, it's uh...St. Swithen's day today, don't you? Emma: Mm..what
is? Dexter: Today.
St. Swithen's day, the fifteenth of July. Emma: How
do you know that? Dexter: Well,
he...he was buried in Manchester cathedral, which is where I went to
school. Emma: Well,
la-di-da. [Dexter laughs] Dexter: La-di-da!
Well, you know there's a poem. If on St. Swithen's day at the thrane,
something, something, something, remain. Emma: Dexter,
that's beautiful. [they both laugh] Dexter: Shut
up. Emma: Let's
get some sleep. But, Dex? Dexter: Yeah.
Emma: If it
doesn't rain, do you wanna do something? Me and you? Dexter: Mmhmm.
[15th July 1989; Dexter
helps Emma move into an apartment in London] Dexter: I
bet this bed could tell some stories. Emma: Yeah,
short stories, horror stories.
[referring to the
apartment she's just moved into] Emma: I
think I'm going to be very happy here. Dexter: What
is that smell? Emma: Onions.
Onions and disappointment. Dexter: Right. Emma: No,
it's not that bad. Nothing that a lick of paint and a nuclear warhead
can't fix. I've got my typewriter, I've got my books, I'm in London. I
think it's going to be alright. I might actually get things done. Dexter: Yeah,
you know, you might actually meet someone. Emma: Dex,
don't! Please! Dexter: No!
A nice guy. Emma: Dex!
Dex! No! I... Dexter: Sensitive,
wears a cardigan. Emma: Dex,
I told you I'm not interested in any of that. Dexter: Matching
glasses. Matching opinions. [he laughs at her]
know, I'm actually glad you're going to India. Dexter: Good.
Cause I'm leaving. I've gotta catch my flight. Emma: Already? Dexter: Yeah,
I'm sorry. Emma: Go on
then. Find yourself. [he picks up her
typewriter] Dexter: Keep
sending me those letters. Long ones. Emma: I
will. Dexter: And
have fun, Em. Emma: Of
course. Dexter: It
is allowed. Emma: You
know, I've got a feeling that this time next you're gonna take London
[15th July 1990; Emma is
working as a waitress at a Mexican restaurant] Customer:
What is the difference between... Emma: A
tortilla is either corn or wheat, but a corn tortilla folded and filled
is a taco, where as a filled wheat tortilla is a boretto. A deep fried
boretto is a chimichanga. Toasted tortilla, it's a tostada, roll it,
it's an enchilada. Customer: Is
there any chance you could repeat that?
I'm Ian. Ian Whitehead. Emma: The
new boy! [she shakes hands with
him] Emma: Welcome
to the graveyard of ambition.
what's your stroke? Ian: Sorry,
my what? Emma: Waiter
stroke actress? Waiter stroke model? Waiter stroke writer? Ian: Well,
I'm a comedian. Emma: Oh,
we could use a comedian. We all like to laugh, I know I used to. Ian: Well,
I'm just starting out really. You know, working on my unique comedy
styling. Not a joke so much, more sort of wry little observations, you
know? Emma: Baicarumba!
doing an open mic tonight, if you were interested. At the uh...House of
Laffs. Spelt L-A-F-F-S. It's not a date or anything. I mean, you...you
probably got a boyfriend anyway. Emma: Ian,
I'd love to come. But after work I like to head home, cup of tea, weep. Ian: So,
what about you, Emma? What's your uh...stroke? What do you really do? Emma: Uh...this.
This is what I do. Still, it's not forever, is it?
[calling Dexter from a
payphone] Emma: London's
swallowed me up. I thought I'd make a difference, but no one knows I'm
here. Dexter: Listen,
listen. Nothing truly good was ever easy. Emma: Who
said that? Dexter: You
did! Emma: Did
I? That's annoying. I'm sorry for moaning. I'm just...I really wanted
to hear... How's teaching? How's Paris? Dexter: It's
good, Em. You know, truly fulfilling. Emma: Well,
don't sleep with any of your students. It's uh...unethical and
predictable. [we see that there is a
young girl walking on his bed, naked] Dexter: Good
advice, Em. Thank you. But uh...I've gotta have lunch with mom. Emma: Well,
um...apologize again, will you? I didn't mean to call your dad a
fascist. Dexter: A
beaujoire fascist. Emma: Say
sorry. And uh...Dex? Dexter? [a beeping noise sounds
on the line] Emma: Oh,
my money's running out! Dexter: Can
you hear me? Emma: Dex? [they get disconnected] Emma: I
[meeting his mother for
lunch in Paris] Alison: Tell
me, who's been writing you all those long letters? Dexter: That
is none of your business. Alison: Was
is that girl who came to stay? Dexter: Yeah.
Well, Emma and I are just good friends.
much holiday do you need? Dexter: I'm
not on holiday! I'm teaching English. Alison: Dexter. [she stops and stares
ahead looking amazed] Alison: Isn't
that Alain Delon? Dexter: What? Alison: Oh,
no. It's your father. [they both laugh]
[15th July 1991; Emma is
still working at the Mexican restaurant, Dexter shows up kissing a girl] Dexter: We
were just kissing. Emma: You
were trying to fit her entire head in your mouth. People have
enough trouble keeping their food down as it is. What does she see in
you anyway? Dexter: Yeah,
well she says I'm complicated. [they both laugh] Emma:
You're just spoilt.
Emma: I got
offered the job of manager today. They told me they wanted someone who
wasn't going anywhere. Dexter: Alright,
Em, listen. Look, I think you should take a bottle of tequila, I think
you should walk out the door and I don't want you to ever come back. Emma: But
my job is my life. Dexter: You
can't throw away years of your life just because, well you think it's
funny. Emma: My
hair smells of cheese, Monterey Jack. Dexter: Look,
I thought you were writing poetry. Emma: No,
I'll go where the money is. I tried that, failed! Dexter: You
just can't see it, can you? Look, you're funny, you're attractive,
you're smart. I mean you're the smartest person I know. Emma: Yeah! Dexter: You
are! You're...you're attractive, you're sexy. Emma: What? Dexter: What,
is that supposed to be sexist or something? Emma: No,
it's not sexist, it's just ridiculous.
listen. If I could just give you one gift, alright? One gift for the
rest of your life, do you know what I'd give you? [Emma is silent and
looking down] Dexter: Confidence.
It's either that or a scented candle. [they both laugh and he
be fine. I'm just ooh...feel a bit lost, that's all. Dexter: Come
on, everyone's lost at twenty five. Emma: You're
not. Trainee TV producer, nice new flat, CD player, group sex Tuesdays
and Fridays. Dexter: Yeah,
but you know I am crying on the inside. [they drink a shot of
tequila] Dexter: You
know what you need, don't you? [she shakes hear head] Dexter: You
need a holiday.
[15th July 1992; Dexter
and Emma are in a car headed to France for vacation] Emma: Look,
Dexter, all I'm saying is I think we need some rules. Dexter: Rules!
I'm not taking any chances with our friendship. Alright? Dexter: Alright.
Alright. Such as? Emma: Separate
bedrooms. Where ever we stay no shared beds, no drunken cuddles. Dexter: Well,
I don't see the point of cuddling anyway. Cuddling gives you cramp. Emma: Agreed
then. Rule number two, no flirting, no having a few drinks and getting
frisky with me or anyone else. Dexter: Well,
I never flirt. Emma: I'm
serious! Dexter: Hello,
what's this? [a wedding car drives
past them beeping their horn] Dexter: Bonjour!
[as they continue to
drive through France] Emma: Which
leads me to rule three, the nudity clause. Dexter: What? Emma: I
don't want to see you in the shower or have a wee or have a wee in the
shower. Dexter: Well,
I can't promise that. Emma: You
have to, Dex. It's the rules. And ab...absolutely no skinny dipping. Dexter: Alright
then, rule number four. Emma: What? Dexter: No
scrabble. Emma: But I
love scrabble! Dexter: Well,
that is exactly why it's my rule. Look, we're not dead yet.
[whilst at the beach,
referring to the tattoo just above his foot] Emma: I've
not seen this before. Dexter: What,
that? I got that in Thailand. It's a Ying Yang. Emma: Looks
like a road sign. Dexter: Well,
it means a perfect union of opposites. Emma: It
means, wear some socks.
[referring to her
swimming costume as he helps her put on sunscreen on her back] Dexter: This
is scooped a bit low, isn't it? Emma: Good
job I didn't put it on backwards.
[as they're lying on the
beach sun bathing Dexter notices everyone around them is naked] Dexter: This
is a nudist beach. Emma: No,
it's not. Dexter: It
is! Look! They're barbecuing Emma: You
see, I couldn't do that. Barbecuing naked? Dexter: What
is that? Is it yoga? [he laughs when some of
the nudists bend in doing their yoga] Emma: Oh! Dexter: God! Emma: Just
[as they continue to lie
on the nudist beach] Emma: I can
hear you thinking. It's like this crunching noise. The answer is no! Dexter: Don't
you think we'd feel more comfortable? Emma: Unbelievable! Dexter: Huh?
With our clothes off? Emma: Just
unbelievable! Dexter: Well,
why not? Emma: The
rules! Not to mention your girlfriend. Dexter: What,
Ingrid? Emma: Yeah,
Ingrid. Dexter: Well,
she's very uninhibited. She'd have had her top off at the check-in desk. Emma: Well,
as you keep pointing out, Ingrid used to be a model. Dexter: Well
you could be a model...for a catalogue or something. [she hits hit with her
[back in their hotel
room] Dexter: Well,
look I'm just saying that we're not entirely unknown to each
other from a physical point of view. Emma: Drop
it, Dex. Dexter: What?
You know, that night after graduation? Come on, you must remember. Emma: Nope.
Blanked it out like a car crash. Dexter: Well,
I haven't. In fact, if I close my eyes, I can still see there just
standing in the dawn light. Emma: Please,
don't. Dexter: Provocatively,
unclasping her dungarees. As you walk over to me... [she comes over to him
and start hitting him playfully] Emma: I was
not wearing dungarees! Dexter: So,
you do remember, huh?
they have a moment of silence just looking at each other Emma: I got
the sun. Dexter: No,
you look...you look fine.
can't believe I'm actually here with you. Dexter: Why?
Emma: Mmm? Dexter: Why? Emma: Remember
at University, before we'd spoken, I had a crush on you. [Dexter smiles] Emma: Ridiculous,
I know. But, when we almost um...did it, that night, I couldn't believe
that...that poems aren't everything. What have you got to say to that? Dexter: Well,
I already knew. Emma: What
do you mean you knew? Dexter: Well,
I sort of guessed. All those uh...epic letters and compilation tapes.
So go on then, what happened? Emma: I got
to know you. You cured me of you. Dexter: You
know, I still like to read those poems. What rhymes with Dexter? Emma: Prick.
It's a half rhyme.
[as they go for a walk
near the beach Dexter starts to get undressed] Emma: Hello!
What's going on here? Dexter: Well,
I thought we'd go for a quick swim. Sober us up. Emma: Ah, I
get it! I get it! I walked right into that, haven't I? You get a girl
drunk and lead her to a large body of water. Dexter: Oh!
Come on, Em! Be spontaneous, huh? Be reckless! Live for the moment! [he jumps naked into the
water] Dexter: Come
on, Em! Emma: No! Dexter: You're
such a prude! Why are you such a prude? Look, come on? Emma: You
could at least leave your underpants on! Rule number three, remember? Dexter: Come
on! [she takes a swig from
her wine bottle, takes her clothes off and jumps into the water]
[as they are skinny
dipping Dexter gives a long look at Emma] Emma: That's
a very serious face. You're not having a wee, are you? Dexter: No!
No, I just wanted to say that, well, I felt the same. After our near
miss. I didn't write poems or anything. I'm not insane! [they both laugh] Dexter: But
you know I thought about you. I think about you. About you and me. Emma: Really?
Okay. Dex... Dexter: The
problem is I fancy pretty much everyone. Emma: Oh!
Oh, I see. Dexter: I
mean, anyone. Really, it's like I've just got out of prison all the
time. It's a real problem. Emma: I can
imagine. Dexter: Yeah.
And...and this thing with Ingrid. You know it's sex. Just sex, sex,
sex, sex, sex! Emma: The
point's been made, Dex.
me and you, it would be different. [Emma smiles] Dexter: I
think...I think we'd want different things. I don't think I'm ready. If
you wanted to, you know, have a bit of fun. Holiday fling, no
Emma suddenly dunks him in the water] Dexter: I'll
take that as no then, shall I? Emma: I
think so. I think our moment's passed. Dexter: Em,
come on. I'm...I'm not expressing myself clearly. Emma: No!
No! You are, Dex. That's the problem. You're worried I might care. [just then Dexter
notices two guys steeling his clothes and runs out after them]