Here's a good review of Love Actually that its haters will smile at....
LOVE ACTUALLY (14) (dir., Richard Curtis) Hugh Grant, Colin Firth, Emma Thompson, Bill Nighy, Alan Rickman, Liam Neeson, Martine McCutcheon [Things I Believe (but Richard Curtis doesn't): (i) "All You Need is Love" is the worst Beatles song of all time; (ii) There is nothing funny, or cute or heartwarming about Ozzy Osbourne, or the notion of broken-down old rockers representing some kind of cracked, addled honesty in a shiny corporate world; there is no upside to the triumph of mediocrity; (iii) It's a fine line between charming self-deprecation and a kind of forced complicity that's smug and false, as when characters talk of the "total agony of being in love" and the film invisibly pokes you in the ribs to add 'but not really!' (indeed, so fine is this line no-one should ever try for charming self-deprecation, unless they are Hugh Grant who does it brilliantly); (iv) Christmas is a plastic, pointless holiday, birthing only skin-deep togetherness; (v) The stiff-upper-lip as a mark of heroism - e.g. Emma Thompson laughing and joking with her kids to conceal how deeply she's been hurt - went out with General Gordon (though self-sacrifice can still be touching, if done with dignity); (vi) People who feel the urge to deflate big emotional moments, e.g. with casual profanity, probably need to get in touch with their emotions. Obviously never a prime candidate for my Top 10 list, but I wasn't prepared for how inept it is: thought I'd be angrily brushing back tears (angry at the manipulation), but in fact Curtis manages to wreck pretty much all his climactic can't-miss moments, mostly through overkill - the little boy coming back from the departure gate with a smile on his face is just right, the little girl following him is too much; Firth proposing to his beloved in a crowded Portuguese restaurant could still work, being heckled by her fat sister and the rest of her family could not - ending on a montage of thundering banality. Which reminds me: (vii) The hugs and kisses at the arrivals lounge of Heathrow Airport - often insincere, always based on an idealised conception of a person one hasn't seen in a long time, usually forgotten (or regretted) by the time one has walked with said person to wherever the car is parked - are a pretty dodgy indicator of Love Being All Around in my opinion.]







