The stars align — and so do the leads — in Netflix's latest bit of date-night-in fodder, but the film does leave you wishing kismet had taken any other route.
By Guy Lodge
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©Netflix/Courtesy Everett Collection Is “Voicemails” the least romantic word ever to appear in the title of a romantic comedy? It’s up there, surely. But consider it a suitable warning, since “Voicemails for Isabelle” isn’t terribly romantic either, though it puts much bright-eyed effort into proving otherwise. Writer-director Leah McKendrick‘s film challenges itself early, bringing its attractively matched leads together with a meet that couldn’t be less cute. Grieving the death of her sister, a young woman continues to leave the dead woman confessional voicemails as a coping strategy, all the while unaware that her sister’s number has been reassigned to a stranger in another city; upon listening to them, he falls swiftly in love.
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