My Movie Reviews: PS I Love You (blog)
Category: P.S. I Love You Reviews | Posted by: stagewomanjen
Article Date: May 14, 2008 | Publication: blogspot.com | Author: Michael Brownlee
I'm a sap when it comes to romantic flicks. I'm comfortable admitting that I've teared up at plenty of movies, My Girl, Love Actually and Field of Dreams among them. So, I don't know if it was because I was tired or the fact that I'd spent the last 12 hours marinating in marital musings, but I have not cried harder, or more often, at a movie in my life. And Karyn was wailing even more than I was. At one point I was laughing so hard, while crying, at the state of the two of us that I missed a good chunk of the flick.
I don't think I'm giving anything away by saying that the movie deals with the death of a spouse. Gerry (Gerard "THIS. IS. SPARTA!" Butler) has a brain tumor and dies, leaving Holly (Hillary "Stop Picturing Me as a Dude" Swank) all alone. But what Holly doesn't know is that, while dying, Gerry wrote a bunch of letters to her, to help guide her in her post-death grieving. A lot of the movie take place in flashback, so we can see how these two met and why they were so good together. The rest of the time we're watching Holly try to cope with the loss, with the help of her best friends (Gina Gershon and Lisa Kudrow) and not-so-helpful mother (Kathy Bates). Oh, and the letters. Lots of letters.
I don't know about you, but I don't think I'd have the presence of mind to create something this elaborate knowing that I might die any second. One letter, maybe. Sure you want to try and say all things you might never get the chance to say. But a whole series of them, delivered secretly, including travel plans and plane tickets? What if one of them gets misplaced? Or the person you asked to deliver them decides to use the plane tickets for them self? But these aren't questions I was asking during the movie. Oh no. I was too busy blinking away tears and blowing my nose.
There are plenty of laughs here too. I mean, you can't have a story this tragic without a little humor. A lot of it is supplied by Harry Connick, Jr.'s haircut. When I first saw him I thought maybe he'd come right from auditioning for I Am Sam. And the soundtrack is good too. (I've already downloaded it.)
So, if you're looking for a good cry, followed by phone calls to all of your nearest & dearest to tell them how much you love them and how much they mean to you, I highly recommend P.S. I Love You.
Oh, and um, I know I don't say it enough, but I love you. No, seriously. I do. I'm not just saying that because you feed my ego by reading this blog. I love you. But I do wish you'd call more. I'm just saying.