Deborah Ross

Even I, a bitter and cynical middle-aged woman, felt stirred: Sylvie’s Love reviewed

An old-school Hollywood romance from Amazon Prime that is like La La Land but with something to say

La La Land but with something to say: Tessa Thompson as Sylvie and Nnamdi Asomugha as Robert in Sylvie’s Love 
issue 19 December 2020

Sylvie’s Love is an exquisitely styled, swooning, old-school, period Hollywood romance and while it has been described as ‘glib’ in some quarters, it’s Christmas, we’ve had a rotten year, and it may be just what the doctor ordered. And if it is glib — I’m not convinced it is, actually; it may even be quite groundbreaking — it is, at least, adorably and cheeringly so. (My heart was warmed.)

It is written and directed by Eugene Ashe, and opens in Harlem in the summer of 1957 with Sylvie, played by a luminous Tessa Thompson. She works in her father’s record store but is obsessed by television and dreams of becoming a TV producer. Then one day Robert (Nnamdi Asomugha, who has the lanky charm of a Jimmy Stewart) wanders in searching for a Thelonious Monk record. He’s a jazz saxophonist and their eyes meet and it’s our old friend, the coup de foudre.

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