If I needed something to help me get over a tragic event, or wanted to help out a troubled young person, I could take a load of old planks and furniture and bits of my house and make a ladder that stretches up to the moon, and that would be justified by the nobility of the quest, right?

And of course it could be done without anybody taking notice or raising the alarm, without the intervention of the police or other authorities and so on.

And I could eventually climb my moon ladder with my young companion and never be seen again...

In "Book of Love" or whatever else this film from Bill Purple calls itself, the central premise is scarcely less ludicrous than this, and it does involve a bereaved widower (played by Jason Sudeikis) and a troubled teenager (played by Maisie Williams - for whom a worthwhile vehicle was presumably needed, content not especially important).

The wife livelier and lovelier than her husband is played by Jessica Biel, but she sadly dies before the real madness kicks in, though of course she is one of the reasons behind it.

Ultimately, the Sudeikis-Williams pairing is reasonably persuasive, and both have a pretty good crack at a New Orleans accent, the challenge of that being all the greater for the young British actress.

So this film has its value (and one or two clever and touching plot twists not to be revealed here in any way), but it's also a bit on the WEEEIIIIRRRRD side, to be honest.

So the basic question remains, why maroon good actors acting reasonably well on a raft of implausibility?

The plot actually thickens a bit further given that New Orleans was ready to fund this film, even though the portrayal of the city still evidently reeling a bit from Katrina is not too positive. Admittedly, there is an eco-message there about not developing the area's remaining marshes, and that is wise enough given the way the hurricane would have done even more harm had they not been in place.

And perhaps New Orleans just likes keeping up its slightly eccentric, free-spirited image?

Given there is also a surprisingly blunt recommendation to use drugs in the piece, that explanation seems to ... hold water (if you'll pardon one further pun).

There is a bit to be got out of this film, but the why of it can't be submerged entirely, so nothing here is really ... plain sailing.

That sweet and melancholic film, wrapped in sentimental madness, insane ideas and crazy behaviors, but this is how life should be lived, intensely crazy, with its magenta sneakers, its rafts in the air, towards the unexpected and adverse ... This film does more that entertains us, makes us reflect on life, and think about the people we love, a beautiful, sensitive and delicate journey... "A survey states that 67% of people die when no one is looking ... What I haven't discovered is how many people live while no one is looking "