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Two Years, Seven Months, Three Days and an Hour and a Half
December 21, 2003, 12:34 a.m. Love Actually is not the film for you if you believe the world is going to hell in a hand-basket. If you think everyone is a self-serving arsehole, at their core, then it’s not the movie for you. If you want realism from your films – skip it. If you don’t want to have to suspend your disbelief for a film – skip it. If you don’t want to be emotionally manipulated – skip it. However. If you’re inclined towards optimism, if no matter how unfashionable it gets, some small part of you says “things can get better, people aren’t all bad,”, then this is the film for you. If you’re willing to let a film take you by the hand and whisper sweet promises of overabundant, ever-present love and joy and pain but triumph, then see this film. If you’re willing to swallow some slightly unbelievable plotlines and turn a blind eye to a little too much love at first sight, see this film. It’s a good little film. It’s funny, it’s got some nice writing, and yes, it does make you cry. Some moments feel a little undeserved, some stories aren’t adequately finished and sometimes the emotional manipulation swings into emotional rape, but by the end, you walk out with a smile on your face. At least I did. But then I do fit the profile. I was willing to believe, to be led, to be manipulated. I cried, I laughed, my heart near burst with joy at many a moment. Maybe yours will too – and you know, it’s more fun if you let it.
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