Love Actually is one of my favorite Christmas movies. Along with It's A Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol, White Christmas, and, well, I could keep listing titles forever.
I love this movie. Watched it yesterday for the umpteenth time and still laughed and cried. And I love it even tho when I overread it I hate some of the messages it sends. Like, how come the two happy ending romances are both between older men and the younger women who work for them? Where's the happy romance for someone my age? The guys in my age range get the younger adoring women; the women, well, one has a husband who cheats (and this is the part I cry over every time) and the other sacrifices her life for her brother.
But despite intellectually knowing this, I still love this movie. I like the overlapping of characters and stories, I love the stepfather/stepson story line, the old rocker's comeback, and yes, I even love the happy romances. I love that its about, well, love -- all kinds of love: the love between family, friends, and lovers.
And the lobster in the nativity scene? Cracks me up every time.
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