Don't blow away.
There were no surprising discoveries to make your lips form the letter “o”; no jaw-dropping revelations to jog your brain furiously before you come to a resounding “now, why didn’t I think of that earlier?!”.
There were charming, idyllic landscapes, of rolling green hills and grazing white sheep; and warm, cosy homes, made up of either a familiar clutteredness or spick-and-span housekeeping.
Miles: Iris, if you were a melody… I used only the good notes.
And then there were the people – beautiful and flawed in their own special way, baring their inner turmoils and personal desires to you as they are.
(Besides, Jude Law is hot. Oh, his smile…)
It was quite formulaic and predictable; just as well as a romantic comedy should be.
And this usually means only one thing: a happily-ever-after ending, where every stubborn knot is straightened out, everything appears so blindingly clear, and everyone eventually comes to their senses.
Iris: You’re supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for God’s sake!
Yes – though not without some massive tug o’ war, as one tries to come to a decision: to follow the head, or the heart? And certainly not without a flurry of stolen kisses; a few drops of unrestrained tears, and inevitably, a handful of cringeworthy scenes.
It was, however, a rather heartwarming affair and made my eyes wet one time too many for my liking (which I would like to attribute to the stirring score). The good (or bad) thing is, I think it will go away in a while.
One piece of advice: do not watch this movie alone, with only your own sorry self for company.