Adolescent girls (and boys, too) are entitled to teen-tragedy tear-jerkers, those Kleenex-soaking tales of the fragility of life and love in an uncaring universe. But that audience deserves better than “Midnight Sun.”
Mawkish, bland and banal, this dreary love story — and it’s no “Love Story” — seems to think it can throw together dying girl and handsome prince, and that’s all there is to it. Without empathetic performances or a script that makes a lick of sense, however, the movie leaves us with an endless stretch of attractive youngsters wooing each other until she valiantly, nobly, shuffles off this mortal coil and a plaintive love song plays over the closing credits.