Anyone who’s seen Glen Powell in Richard Linklater’s terrifically enjoyable Hit Man will know he’s a bona fide movie star with charisma to burn. If you were paying attention that was evident even in Top Gun: Maverick. And Sydney Sweeney has shown impressive range, serving delicious mean-girl snark in season one of The White Lotus, tracing a self-destructive spiral on Euphoria and demonstrating serious dramatic chops in Reality. But neither screen chemistry nor laughs can be manufactured, especially not with the kind of pedestrian writing in Will Gluck’s Anyone But You, which does nothing to reanimate the moribund studio rom-com.

In Ilana Wolpert and Gluck’s screenplay, Shakespeare’s Beatrice and Benedick become Bostonians Bea (Sweeney), a dissatisfied law student, and Ben (Powell), who works in finance or something. They meet cute in a coffee bar, spend an idyllic day walking and talking, hang out for an entire night in which everything seems to click magically into place and then sever all contact the next morning due to some crossed wires.

It’s no dig at the script to say the tried-and-true formula dictates that they’ll spend the entire movie trying to get past that miscommunication and resulting mutual hostility for long enough to realise they’re in love.

When they meet by chance a year after the tarnished first date, it’s at the engagement party of Halle (Hadley Robinson) and Claudia (Alexandra Shipp), the harmonious Hero and Claudio of this version. Halle is Bea’s sister, while Claudia is the sibling of Ben’s best bud, Pete (GaTa). Halle and Bea’s father Leo (Dermot Mulroney) announces he and his wife Innie (Rachel Griffiths) are flying everyone to Australia for the nuptials. The entire wedding party will be guests at the swanky Sydney beach house of Claudia’s parents, Australian Roger (Bryan Brown) and American Carol (Michelle Hurd).

Friction between Bea and Ben starts on the plane and continues when they hit the ground and find they’ll be sharing quarters. In one of those plot contrivances that you can swallow in Shakespeare but causes eye-rolls anyplace else, the nemeses decide to pretend they’re in love in order not to wreck the wedding weekend. At the same time, other members of the party conspire – unconvincingly – to trick Bea and Ben into believing they love each other.

The complications! If only they were fun. Given that the initial rancor between Bea and Ben feels fabricated, their ongoing animosity never acquires any teeth. Despite all their protestations to the contrary, Bea and Ben are too clearly into each other to spark real conflict.

That’s about as close as either of the leads get to having a character to play. Mostly, they just have the unenviable task of fleshing out the familiar tropes of a fake-it-till-you-make-it romance in a movie not graced with much charm or wit. The secondary roles are no more interesting. At least the end credits make it look like they had a great time making it. But we are a sucker for a frothy rom-com with attractive leads, and this did nothing for us.