I have felt that Paul Schrader is one of those artsy directors who critics love, but his movies rarely approach classic status, with the exception of "Taxi Driver." In FOREVER MINE, which is indeed reminiscent of oldies like BACK STREET or MADAME X, Joseph Fiennes plays a cabana man, a beach boy, who finds himself madly in love with the lovely Gretchen Mol. His reason for falling in love so quickly extends from seeing her come out of the ocean in a white bathing suit (Bo Derek in 10?). Mol, of course, is recently married to her boss, the slimy Ray Liotta. Their steamy affair sparks the first half of the movie, and then we flash forward about 14 years and we meet Fiennes again on an airplane, a new identity, heading for New York. He wants revenge on Liotta, who after Mol confesses of her affair, had Fiennes killed, or so he thought.
This movie is filmed nicely and Mol does a job worthy of Lana Turner or Susan Hayward, but Fiennes is less passionate than a John Gavin, and Liotta is just wasted in a poorly written role. That's the main problem with this movie---for a passionate film, it has no passion or soul. How can we really care about Fiennes or even Mol, for that matter? He is more in lust, and she is dumb enough to stay with Liotta, even after knowing what he did to Fiennes.
FOREVER MINE is a soap opera for sure, but it doesn't have a lot of bubbles.