Love, Rosie” contains just one scene of believable emotion, when Rosie hugs Alex goodbye at the airport just before his trans-Atlantic flight to Harvard. Their bodies are crushed together, but a gaping inch separates their faces. Rosie is desperate to kiss him, but too afraid to lean forward; Alex is just as desperate for her to refrain, though a small part of him wants it, too. Their short, long embrace is a masterclass in quiver-acting.