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PS I Love You

I don’t, obviously. We needed comfort viewing again; the film equivalent of wrapping up in a blanket and eating sausages (veggie). Daughter vetoed the more violent Swedish stuff in favour of PS I Love You, which she had already watched, but I hadn’t. It was the least objectionable looking of the DVDs I was presented with to choose from.

Had seen the trailers in the cinema when the film was new, but had failed to grasp that it was the film of the book by Cecelia Ahern. Not that it matters.

PS I Love You

In actual fact, I found the plot OK. ‘You didn’t like it, did you?’ said Daughter afterwards. And she was right in a way. I couldn’t like the main characters. Or I couldn’t like the actors. You sort of need to fall in love with the men, and you want to feel you could be the leading lady. It didn’t work for me. Couldn’t warm to either Gerard Butler or to Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Harry Connick Jr was sweet and did his best at being an aspie, but I suspect he wasn’t given a very true script of what to do. Over-aspie at times and far too normal the rest of the time.

And what is it with Ireland? Now that it’s selling itself for films, we get a little bit of Ireland every time. Had they coloured the heather specially?

He’s got their backs

I think I failed four times to see The Blind Side before its release date, for free. I hope that will be a record, because it was extremely frustrating to see opportunities disappear because it was full (supposedly) or offered when I couldn’t take advantage. And in time honoured fashion I then waited almost until it disappeared from the local cinema, what with just being too busy.

At least that left me plenty of time to read reviews, and it seems it’s not a good film. Still wanted to see it, and so did Daughter. We were very relieved in the end, not to have the Resident IT Consultant along, as that would have necessitated a whole pile of hankies. The two of us made do with our sleeves.

The Blind Side, Quinton Aaron and Lily Collins

It must be that ‘real’, macho film reviewers just can’t cope with sentimental stories. Had this been fiction, you could have wanted changes made, but being a true story, albeit somewhat Hollywood-ised, it had to be what it had to be. Surely? Or is it that you can’t like a film about a religious, conservative, wealthy woman in a southern state of the USA? Not pc, perhaps.

Incorporating the story about Ferdinand the Bull was a master stroke. Michael truly is Ferdinand.

Wish I knew more about American schools and results and universities, not to mention the football. Do realise that poor Michael wasn’t very bright in some respects, but his results meant nothing to me. Nor did the university scholarships and the bidding for this football player. Simply seen as proof that some nurturing goes a long way, this was a good film. And the sheer surprise for this woman when she found herself taking in the abandoned black boy from her children’s school was interesting.

The Blind Side, Jae Head and Quinton Aaron

So was the way she knew how to explain things to Michael when everything seemed too alien and incomprehensible. Learning to look out for your family is a good basic skill. Learning to look upon your football team as your family, and looking out for them, too, is also good.

Michael’s got their backs.


Courtesan sounds so much nicer and more civilised than some of the other words you might use. Chéri is a film about an ‘old’ courtesan – as old as you can look when you’re Michelle Pfeiffer – who falls in love with her courtesan friend’s 19-year-old son, Chéri. It’s based on the novel by Colette, so my guess would be that the story is quite interesting. Shame the film is so shallow.

It’s beautiful enough, nicely filmed with wonderful Art Noveau all over the place, and beautiful people. But just because Michelle Pfeiffer sighs beautifully over the childish and spoilt Rupert Friend, doesn’t mean this is a film with much meaning. Kathy Bates as the mother of Chéri is fun and awful at the same time, and if they could have found other actors for the two main characters, it might have worked better.

Chéri is on at Cornerhouse from today, and if you like Michelle Pfeiffer, you’ll probably like it. I noticed it was her 51st birthday the day I saw the film, sitting in the dark wondering how old she could be. Rupert Friend looks perfect for the new wave of really beautiful young men on the big screen.

Michelle Pfeiffer in Chéri