Whenever Hollywood latches obsessively onto the oeuvre of a pop novelist du jour, the law of averages dictates that the ensuing spate of films can’t be all bad: More than a couple of those ’90s John Grisham-based potboilers were solid, while in “The Notebook,” we actually got one Nicholas Sparks movie that people remember two […]
<small>Source: Variety — read the original story there.</small>
