So I watched “Love Actually” despite my mother’s and sister’s scathing opinion of it. I don’t know what all the fuss was about. I mean sure, the pr()n plotline was completely superfluous and had nothing to do with the rest of the movie, but the other stories were decent enough. Was it a great movie? Certainly not. But the Hugh Grant storyline and the Colin Firth (mmm…Colin Firth…) storyline was enough to keep me interested.
Things I didn’t like? As I said, the p()rno storyline was pointless and had little to do with the rest of the movie. I also hated the kid that went to America to find a woman willing to sleep with him. I thought it was rather condescending to imply that American chicks who are hot and slightly dim will fall into bed with any man with an accent – even a horrifically tasteless one like the kid in the movie. The only way a hot and slightly dim American woman will fall into bed with a guy with an accent is if the guy has money. Sad but true.
Anyway, it was an okay movie – certainly not as “sex-obsessed” as my mother and sister felt it was. Certainly not any more sex-obsessed than any other movie out there nowadays.
2 1/2 Joni Mitchell songs out of five.
Please re-read your review. It’s sex obssessed.
I can appreciate the occasional baudy movie. This was not baudy – it was crass. Me no likey.
There was no depth to any of the stories. I didn’t care about any of the characters, even though I really wanted to care about the Hugh Grant and Colin Firth characters. It was a base, shallow movie. My 2 cents.
It’s hard to be in-depth with the storylines when there are over half a dozen to address: Hugh Grant, Colin Firth, Laura Dern, Liam Neeson, Alan Rickman, Keira Knightley, the kid going to America and the p()rn couple. That is eight storylines in two hours, or 15 minutes to address a complete storyline for each thread. Thankfully the p()rn couple was maybe 10 minutes tops, and same for the kid in America. So you can divy up the 14 minutes among the other five stories – so 17 minutes for each story. It’s not going to be some in-depth plot. And as I said, it was no more sex-obsessed than any other movie that is out there, porn couple notwithstanding. Colin Firth’s wasn’t. Keira Knightley’s wasn’t. Hugh Grant’s wasn’t. Liam Neeson’s son wasn’t. That’s four of eight that I didn’t think were obsessed.
um…any movie with Colin Firth is okay by me…even if it’s pretty bad. 🙂
Ali – even “Apartment Zero”?
Oh, dear heavens…Apartment Zero. Truly bad Colin Firth movie.
I’ve seen more ‘sex obsession’ on my nightly TV viewing than I did in that movie. I thought it was a harmless romp, and I enjoyed the two hours or so I wiled away watching it late one Sunday morning. Better than some. And certainly, no worse than most.