There's something infuriatingly likeable about One Day. It's the archetypal airport top shelf best-seller book; a classic tale of love and identity and loss that people who buy paperbacks tend to lap up, and it was thus primed for adaptation with some bankably good-looking people. Unfortunately, neither Hathaway nor Jim Sturgess (great in Across The Universe, oddly mediocre in everything else) are likeable enough or neurotic enough to really sell the sentiment of the film. It basically attempts to be When Harry Met Sally, but with more questionable English accents and while the emotional stinger is effective, it feels entirely manipulative when it comes. When you look at this sort of performance by Hathaway next to her rawer and more loaded roles, she comes off as a little bored and she crucially lacks the charisma of a Meg Ryan to make her neuroses or her entirely misplaced affection for Sturgess' awful, awful man.