P.P.S. It's god-awful...

Rating: 2/10 (30 January 2011)

If they were out to make a bittersweet rom-com in the style of Richard Curtis then the producers succeeded. This film is just as vapid, insincere, superficial, unfunny and as lacking in genuine sentiment as anything Curtis ever produced.
Holly, the shrew, falls for cartoon Irish romeo, Gerry, and persuades him (one imagines)to move to America where they marry. They live in a dump and he works as a limo driver while she can't hold down a job because of her ever present attitude problem. Oh, and then he dies of a brain tumor.
Cue the ever present soundtrack of mawkish folk-rock ditties that intrude at every opportunity. On the rare occasions they stop intruding we get the cheesy Celtic pipes tweeting away in their place. Whoever put this soundtrack together needs to be shot.
Despite the fact that Holly has no discernible income, she takes herself over to a Disney version of Ireland and by random chance ends up in bed with Gerry's childhood best friend who she apparently had never heard of. In the afterglow of their rumpy-pumpy he charms her with boyhood tales of his friendship with her dead husband --as one would.
Skipping over the rest of this garbage, the film's resolution again sees the penniless Holly take her mother to Ireland to "hear her laugh once more". Pass the sick bucket.
Just for once, it would have been nice to see a film that moved me because it was sincere.
Okay, if you loved Mama Mia and Love Actually you'll probably love this. If you didn't, you have been warned!!