A preposterous film so insufferably adorable and frightfully melodramatic that viewers will find themselves confused as to which reflex to stifle: The urge to howl, or the one to hurl.
Forced to act beside this handsome stick of furniture, Bela Thorne, who sings bland songs and delivers blander dialogue as Katy Price, comes across as the reincarnation of both Barbara Stanwyck and Judy Garland. She's grand. She'll survive.
The ending of Midnight Sun is more of an eyeroller than a tearjerker. This film will have a very particular audience, and you'll know if you're a member of it. If not, stay away.
The authentic Sparks movies at least tend to be howlers, with shamelessly overcomplicated narratives and risible twists. Midnight Sun, on the other hand, is straightforward and trite.
The two leads try hard to behave like a very much in love couple but are somehow unconvincing in their portrayal. It doesn't come out as natural, the effort is showing.
With modest production values throughout, "Midnight Sun" feels like four or five episodes of a pretty good drama on the WB network in 1997. In other words, something you used to get for free.