K and I saw ‘Love, Actually’ last week and as one of possibly two men in the entire theatre, I rather liked it. It’s another in a line of those ‘Four Weddings and Funeral in Notting Hill’ romantic comedies that take place in some kind of alternate universe Britain and is made up of several intersecting storylines. Some of them are better than others. Hugh Grant as Prime Minister of Britain dealing with both US President Billy Bob Thornton and a crush on his tea lady is a good enough idea for an entire movie itself. (However, one complaint: a couple of characters in the film refer to the tea lady, played by Martine McCutcheon, as “fat.” Um, I don’t think so. Maybe it’s a British thing. They say “fat” when we say “totally fucking hot.”). Now the storyline of recently widowed Liam Neeson helping his precocious son with his schoolboy crush? Bleh. And that kid who played his son frightened me. So, I guess I’ll advise you to see it but take an insulin shot if you feel the onset of diabetes.
Also finally rented A Mighty Wind. It didn’t have as many laugh out loud moments as ‘Best in Show’ but the long form jokes worked well where characters reveal themselves through extended dialogue that gives the audience a moment to register the joke. Also, a few words about Eugene Levy and Catherine O’Hara (who, by the way, has a lovely singing voice like her sister Mary Margaret O’Hara): When will someone take these two and write a romantic comedy with them in the starring role? Damn it, I’ll volunteer to do it if nobody else does.
(if I only had Final Draft installed at work…)