Uncontrollable rage, if you must.

Rating: 1/10 (7 October 2005)

I've always known I'm out of step with most of the people I meet, but can I be the only person who not only detests this film with an intensity bordering on the psychotic, but who finds it utterly offensive, on every level, from first frame to last? Never have I experienced such strong emotions about a film, and it leaves me almost speechless with anger just to hear its title. To hear someone actually praise the thing causes me to weep with frustration and I often have to bite my tongue to prevent myself from delivering a tirade of erudite criticism to complete strangers. Why should this be? Could it be the well documented, revolting (and believe it or not, largely unnoticed, among UK cinema goers I have asked at least!)reference to 9/11? The illogical behaviour of characters for the sake of a cheap laugh? The gratuitous use of pornography, in a stomach-churningly smug 'hey, porn is just harmless fun' middle class liberal unthinking kind of a way? The casual anti-Americanism, the embarrassing dialogue given to 'salt of the earth' working class stereotypes, the utter, utter complete nonsense of the plot in every single one of the 'stories'? Don't get me started. I thought Notting Hill was bad enough, with its brave cripple and her eternally patient husband. Here we had Emma Thomson looking balefully noble as she endured not only her husband's infidelity, but the sound of Joni Mitchell cruelly betraying one of her own children. And as for the brat with Liam Neeson? Why wasn't he shot by airport security, as he would have been in reality or any halfway decent film, and which he, and Richard Curtis, so richly deserved. Otherwise, it was okay.