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This movie never gets old. This is my third time seeing it and it made me feel happy all over again. This is the only movie I've ever given a 10/10.

great movie loved every second of it. 10/10!

:fresh: I just got back from seeing Love Actually! YAY! What a bloody hilarious and well worth seeing movie. Weird, though that it's in limited release. The theatre that was showing it only had one showing and it was PACKED!

First off, ladies it is loaded with beautiful and funny men. The only times I wasn't laughing, I was smiling bigger than I can tell you!!!! It's totally not a chick flick though. I'm horrid at reviews because when it comes to them, my vocabulary consists of "good" and "highly recommend". I'm now known for details unless asked. So, ask away if you like!

I had a thoroughly good time at this Holiday flick. It's sweet, but in a cheesecake way, not a saccharine way - rich and a little heavy, but delicious.

Brought to mind Robert Altman's character-over-plot construction method, and the stellar cast all turned up ready to play. Actually, what it reminded me of most was an underrated gem of a film called PLAYING BY HEART (damn it, that reminds me I loaned that DVD out and it never came back...).

Katie, I'll forgive you if you pirate a copy of this movie. There are so many delicious traditional Englishmen in it, I just wanted to go out and shag a limey by the end.

Although Hugh Grant steals most of the laughs and involuntary giggles in the film, the real standout performances are from Alan Rickman and Emma Thompson as an aging couple going through a difficult period in their marriage. Thompson is, as always, stunning and in a league of her own. It's great she had Rickman to play off of - a lesser actor would have looked like a fool beside her.

And I'll add that my grumpy manly-man husband liked it too, so there's hope for you guys fearing you'll be dragged by your girlfriend to this one.

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* 1/2 LOVE ACTUALLY - Ugh; what a mess ! There are 15 different stories in this
movie, none of which are developed properly, with some of them popping in so
infrequently that you've forgotten all about them by the next time that you see them.
This wouldn't matter as much if it was funny in general, but it isn't; there's maybe 3
or 4 chuckles at best. With painfully unfunny events, unnecessary and boring sub-
plots and an anti-American thread in it, this has to be one of the biggest disappoint-
ments of the season. A talented cast is wasted; nobody is on screen long enough to
be the star of it, but the following people appear: Hugh Grant, Liam Neeson, Emma
Thompson, Alan Rickman, Colin Firth, Keira Knightley. If you simply must see this,
at least wait until it's on video so you don't waste too much money on it. _______________________________________________________________

Love Actually *** 1/2


Richard Curtis opens this film up with his thesis statement, that "love actually is all around us" and uses the next couple of hours to prove it to the audience. He uses several stories with a large ensemble of characters to do this, all of which share a common theme, plus a slight (if not obvious) connection to one another.


The stories are all interesting, but some are definitely better than others. Hugh Grant's gives the best performance as the Prime Minister; the story between Laura Linney's Sarah and Rodrigo Santoro's Karl was the most interesting and the story about Liam Neeson's boy is probably the most powerful. Other stories come off drab or contrived, such as Colin Firth's romance with his Portuguese housekeeper and Alan Rickman's tempation against his marriage to Emma Thompson, yet they do all restate the thesis in their own way.





I found the film to be very entertaining and touching, but it could have wowed me.

An entertaining film, for the most part, bogged down only by what I counted to be 2 extraneous storylines out of 9, so that's not too bad. Also, a little sticky sweet in spots, but the lack of a lot of development and the more melodramatic moments can be forgiven in the face of moments that are genuinely funny and poignant.

I finally understand, after seeing three of his films, why ladies dig Colin Firth. He is kinda dreamy.

Keira Knightly has never looked more beautiful, but she wasn't in it enough, so my new crush is this cutie:

Martine McCutcheon

...sugary sweet-- it's funny, charming, touching and romantic!! A star-studded holiday movie that would have been a perfect family movie had it not for some for-adults-only humor and situations...still, a delightful date movie!!

So I got lost on the way to Slumberland (my map sucks), and ended up having to spend the last 2 nights in a car! And it wasn't even my car! Some bum's car that I accidentally stole off of 4th Avenue. It's a Gremlin, but it's maroon. Ugh. Maroon reminds me of Bogart (don't ask). Well, at least he's got some nice CD's in this car, though (The Carpenters, Dixie Chicks, Marilyn Manson, etc.). At least I assume it's a he that I stole from, since the bum had facial hair n' all, and this registration reads "Piscapo Cardonte Rolipoli". But, you can never be too sure in this day and age. Especially when the woman I love is named Larry. Larry the Lady, to be precise.

Anyways, I had news to tell you after the premiere of that one movie I saw the other night (I forgot what I saw though - I have the vaguest memory of a water buffalo dancing on a moonlit rooftop. That might've been it). Since you're probably all salivated out in anticipatorialness for my news, I'll cut to the lowdown: I saw the ghost of Kamikaze's Grandma. Except that she had on a pink wig this time, and was smoking those excessively long cigarettes that you could probably fence with. I wasn't afraid, but I was too timid to sound off the blowhorn. I just held her gaze (or what I deemed to be her gaze - it might've been just a pair of heinous moles on her cheek looking at me), until an usher came to escort me out of the theater. Now THAT'S when I got angry, threw my Raisinets at the wall, accidentally elbowed the bald man in the seat next to me, and hit the blowhorn.

Dang Tubbles was taking forever to get in! I was about to demote him to boot-scrubbing duty from his private high status, but I realized that his little stubby stuffed animal legs keep him from moving at a brisk pace (not to mention that he was carrying a paintball gun twice his size). Just as the usher was about to kill me (I know he was, I could FEEL it), Tubbs arrived in a blaze of paint-blastin' glory! I dove outta the way, right into the wall, and Tubbs sprayed the room full of red paint! It was like...straight out of a scene from a cool shoot-'em-up movie...or a Home Depot commercial. But it was somethin', lemme tell ya! "Tubbsinator" ducked, rolled, karate-chopped the air (just to look cool), and ballet-danced his way into the paintball bodycount historybooks (if there isn't one, I'll write one, dammit!).

Unfortunately, they WERE just paintballs. So the moviegoers were a little annoyed, and very painted up. The usher, in particular, was fuming. So, I grabbed "Tubbsinator" (he hates it when I call him that, but I don't care ;)), yelled to the crowd "Larry, if you're here, I love you, and I want my beer back!", and booked it straight outta there. It was perhaps in that panic that I paper-rock-scissored a teenager for his tacos. Which I feel awful about, since those tacos were terrible. Only AFTER that did I accidentally steal the Piscapo Cardonte Rolipoli's Maroon Gremlin, hucked "Tubbsinator" into the passenger seat, buckled him up, tucked the shirt tag of his tuxedo back in (since leaving it exposed is kinda tacky, and uncomfortable), took off his skimask, hotwire the car, and finally book it outta there. Yes, we did a lotta bookin' that night. Bookin' indeed.

The last 2 days have been kinda fuzzy, fluffy, and downright furry. In other words, steering wheel leather makes a terrible topping when eating carseat upholstery. Reminded me of last weekend, except no walls. And I never did find Slumberland. But hey, at least I've got this car, and this hilarious picture of Piscapo Cardonte Rolipoli. He's got the funniest looking ears, I swear. They're so funny. Oh, yeah! Bogart & Kamikaze! I'm sure their people saw my people at the theater that night, so word will spread, oh yes it will. It won't be long till they put up full defense against my attack. But, little do they know, that I'm giving up inconspicuousing for assassinationing, of the paintball variety. Or, if I'm feeling up to it, beebee guns. "Tubbsinator" wants out, to spend more time with his wife and kid (what do you call baby stuffed gazelles again? gazebos?). But his tour of duty isn't quite up, not yet anyway. War is upon us, whether he likes it or not. He is called to tour his duty, and tour it well! So help me Gob!

I liked this movie in spite of itself. My positive rating for this movie is based solely on the excellence of the cast. To me, the movie just feels like a series of small skits that keep interrupting one another. Their "connection" is awkward, tenuous, and often forced. Further frustrating me is the fact that a couple of the more interesting plot threads (the Laura Linney and Alan Rickman/Emma Thompson threads) go unresolved. I mean... they're just left hanging there. What I could have used more of was Hugh Grant's Prime Minister. And while I think the not-so-subtle anti-American plug doesn't really belong in a movie like this, I won't deduct from the movie for the sentiment itself (however misguided it may be ;) ). The movie is overly sappy and saccharine and yet... I enjoyed it. The actors really won me over. Particularly Hugh Grant, Liam Neeson, Colin Firth, and the actress who played Natalie. Bonus points for the lingering shots of Kiera Knightly's face.

Some things I learned from Love Actually:
There's plenty of room to hide an entire brass section in the pews at church.

Patients in mental institutions have constant access to a telephone.
A 10-year-old can become a great drummer in 1 month... which would explain Ringo.
We Americans are lecherous, boorish bullies.
Billy Bob Thorton is too damned skinny to be President.
Every English comedy is contractually obligated to feature a Rowan Atkinson cameo. Or two.
Every English comedy has too many Rowan Atkinson cameos.
Hot American models from Wisconsin will have a three-way with any random stranger with an English accent. If only I'd seen this in college!