Because the amount of column space allegedly serious writers have devoted to the film, Love, Actually is pretty hilarious. Like the A.V. Club in
Rewatching the film with fresh eyes made me realize that beyond aiming to be the ultimate romantic comedy ever made, Love Actually is even more so trying to be a musical.
Over at ThinkProgress
characters, kinda buying that.
Then there is Mother Jones, who insists in
that “Love, Actually” shouldn’t be compared to other romantic comedies. Instead
To be honest, if you’re going to compare it to any one film you should probably compare it to Crash, the working title of which I’d like to think was Racism, Actually.
Which I willingly do.
Merry Christmas, everyone!