It might be difficult to imagine anyone resisting those hallowed, desperate lines—“it wasn’t over; it still isn’t over”—but apparently Hollywood men were not enthused by the prospect of depicting Noah in Nicholas Sparks’s The Notebook.
Currently slouching towards your television screen: A Nicholas Sparks-branded comedy, loosely based on the post-divorce travails of the man himself. Help?
The Notebook—a Nicholas Sparks novel that became a movie that everyone slobbers over—is in development as a TV series on CW.
This past weekend, I went to see The Longest Ride, the latest Nicholas Sparks movie, all by myself.
It’s Nicholas Sparks Day! It’s Nicholas Sparks Day!
If you're looking for some inspiration to write a viciously witty Jane Austen-style comedy of manners set in a small Southern milieu, you'd do well to turn your attention to the scandal at the small private school founded by Nicholas Sparks in New Bern, North Carolina.
Brace yourselves, Notebook fans: Nicholas Sparks and Cathy, his wife of 25 years, have separated.
It's that time of the year again, when the earth begins to prepare itself for the next installment of Nicholas Sparks' borderline oppressive young-hot-love-but-will-they-make-it? stories. He really stepped their game up this time because The Longest Ride features not one, but two whole terrible romances in two…
It's Thanksgiving evening, roughly 7:30 p.m. "Are you sure you don't want to bail?" my mother-in-law asks, with barely concealed concern, as we approach the exit for the Secaucus, New Jersey Walmart. I promise I'll text updates and swear that if something goes hideously awry and I'm marooned in a sea of big-box…
Guys, The Notebook—and therefore the entire treacly Nicholas Sparks Sob-tainment Industry—very nearly did not happen.
Hollywood is cranking out yet another Nicholas Sparks movie (The Best of Me, for those keeping track). And I would like to take this opportunity to get something off my chest: Oh my God, I cannot stand the Nicholas Sparks Hollywood perpetual motion entertainment machine.
Hurray! There's another movie adaptation of a Nicholas Sparks movie and the trailer is out! Let's obsess over every second of it, shall we?
Evan Rachel Wood (a.k.a. the Vampire Queen of Louisiana a.k.a. the second-blowjobbiest girl in Thirteen) got totally nuptialed to Jamie Bell (a.k.a. Billy Elliot a.k.a. the man on the ledge’s brother in Man on a Ledge) in an extremely tender ceremony that nobody knew about:
Nicholas "Hemingway" Sparks sure has his formula down pat. Sad hot white lady meets sad hot white dude. Someone is dead. Someone dies. They fall in love in a quaint small town. They sit in a canoe. They bone in the rain. Trials. Tribulations. Trust that the audience will all be a the right point in their menstrual…
David Germain of The Huffington Post calls Nicholas Sparks the "melodramatic machine." Machine's a good word, because it seems like he churns out dreck at an alarming rate. Worse, there's some kind of unspoken understanding that women like this crap.
- This morning Charlie Sheen reported that his SUV, which he left in his open garage with the keys in the ignition, had been stolen. Later it was found totaled at the bottom of a ravine.
Publishers Weekly blogger Barbara Vey plays devil's advocate today and wonders if men can write romance. Although Vey calls out Nicholas Sparks (A Walk to Remember), Paul Levine and Tim Dorsey as good romance-writing dudes. I favor the more sarcastic Charles Baxter and his hilariously sweet novel The Feast of Love.…