P.S. I Love You

A couple returns home, draped in tension. She is walking ahead as he scrambles to figure out what it is exactly he did wrong. Of course she won’t tell him until he drags it out of her. Voices are raised, threats of leaving are made and the inevitable reconciliation follows. It would seem at first to be just another night for the young and married Holly and Gerry (Hilary Swank and Gerard Butler) but as it turns out, it isn’t. The next time we see Holly, she is at Gerry’s wake. And so romantic writer/director Richard LaGravenese’s P.S. I Love You throws us into the supposedly tumultuous experience of Holly’s journey to get over the death of her great love. It didn’t seem so great to me but Gerry leaves a series of letters for Holly to read after his death (the tumour gave him time to write) that suggest theirs was a much more consuming love before marriage got the better of them. The suggestion never fully materialises into genuine emotion though and Holly’s passage comes off as more self-indulgent than self-actualising. The film is a forgettable way to pass an afternoon on the couch and sure to draw a tear or two from the overly sentimental but this single disc edition need not take up any space on your shelf. The additional scenes (when did we stop calling them "deleted”?) are unfinished and painful but even in all their awkward glory they pale in comparison to the mock ’50s parlour game commercial for Snaps, a game that made no sense to me during the movie and even less after it was explained. Just in case you haven’t been sufficiently cheesed by that point, there is a James Blunt music video to finish the job. P.S. I didn’t love this movie.