shoddysolutions said:I cried when I watched it
Oh, the shame![]()
I know what you mean. It really is that bad isn't it?
It's OK to cry sometimes ..don't be ashamed.
When I watched it, I rinsed my eyes out in ammonia.
shoddysolutions said:I cried when I watched it
Oh, the shame![]()
Dubversion said:i watched about 20 minutes under duress.
absolute fucking filth.
It's like Extras without the alleged cruelty - a seemingly endless parade of overpaid cunts mugging through a non-existent script. No jokes, no feelings, no charm, no point.
A fucking disgrace


Poi E said:Completely crap and I really enjoyed it![]()
scifisam said:However, it is possible for a woman to watch the film and not change their opinion on what makes a good partner.


Fingers said:Fingers fact:
One of the scenes (when he is looking for martine) is filmed on milkwood road, herne hill and the film dudes came round with fifty quid cash to decorate my wheelie bin and window with some christmas decorations (bizzarely in early february) which was a god send as i was completely skint. Ten quid of it went on a ten bag from Home James and the other forty went on beer in the half moon.
Super day![]()
when Mrfit said andrew lincoln ( he loves afterlife) I didnt know he was in this...spanglechick said:critically speaking, the saving grace of this film is Emma Thompson's performance when she discover's Alan Rickman's affair.
It's an amazing, solid gold performance - and it fucking knocks my socks off.
I definitely don't want to. Not even out of morbid curiosity...pigtails said:Even more shit than four weddings!
LilMissHissyFit said:awhen Mrfit said andrew lincoln ( he loves afterlife) I didnt know he was in this...


nonamenopackdrill said:Me too.
I would.
LilMissHissyFit said:Its one of my favourite films![]()

I agree with almost all of this, except that, surely the relationship between Bill Nighy and his manager was not straight?fucking hell. I sat thought this last night as its one of mrs kaks faves. I was expecting sentimental cheesy gash - but it was so much more terrible than that.
I was surprised - given the calibre of brit luvies who seem to have lined up to get involved - at just how utterly cliched, bland and tame it is. It was made in 2003 but if it was released now it would surely be shot down for its uber vanilla heteronormative whiteness. Im surprised it wasnt at the time (its not that long ago)
Every single principle character is white.
every single romance is straight.
nearly every principle character is on the affluent middle class to stinking rich spectrum (yet apparently all their kids all go to the same school in the "rough end" of wansted).
Half the stories centre on men in their 50s involved with very beautiful women who are signifyingly younger then they are.
Every single couple are incapable of articulating their feelings and are afflicted with the stereotypical "English" reticence and reserve about taking the plunge um and erring on the doorstep.
Richard Curtis co-wrote the brilliant blackadder - but at no point did he have the wit and imagination to reverse the gender or sexuality of the characters (i.e. emma thompson being the mature boss falling for the sexy employee and breaking her husbands heart, or a female Writer fleeing to her summer retreat in Portugal and falling for the hunky handyman, or the best man at the wedding struggling with his feelings for the groom (as it was I was getting distinctly uncomfortable "obsessive stalker alert" from that storyline).
Within its sugary blandness there were some decent gags and the Bill Nighy story was engaging and fun (could have been made into a film of its own - with the implied pathos and self hate explored more) - the Emma Thompson/Alan Rickman story was proper "ouch" - but the "sexy secretary" temptress was such an appallingly cliched non-character.
So lazy. So fucking tame. The soundtrack was shite as well.
In revenge I am now insisting that she watches "the Battle of Algiers".
jezebel.com
It’s Hugh Grant’s first day on the job, and he’s saying hello to his new staff. One staffer is named Natalie, and as far as I can tell, her job is “woman.” She’s also incredibly, disgustingly fat, like a bean bag chair with feet, according to literally everyone else in the movie who apparently all have Natalie Dysmorphic Disorder (the silent killer).