So I caught the preview of both, “P.S., I Love You” and “The Bucket List”. The experience was awesome and each were distinctively different. Mainly, one sucked and the other didn’t. But before I go on, I want to definitely reiterate that this post HAS SPOILERS…so if you want to drop the $10 to go see the movie yourself and you don’t want me to mess up the details, then you should READ NO FURTHER. Now, for those of you interested in my take on the flicks, READ ON. I promise to entertain you.
FIRST THING’S FIRST:
Let me start with the obvious issues. Well, the title’s one. Besides being the title, it is also a line in the film that gets repeated throughout the movie ad nauseum. Ok. We get it: P.S., he loves her. P.S., she loves him. Then, there’s the sickening character names. Holly (as in Golightly?) Kennedy (as in John?) and Gerry (as in Gerard Butler?) Kennedy (as in Robert?). Right. And surprise, surprise! Holly is a fan of old movies, including–you guessed it–Breakfast at Tiffany’s! Wow! What an eye-opener that was. I’d of never guessed.
NOW THE OTHER HOLES IN THE SCRIPT:
P.S. Lisa Kudrow (as in Phoebe-from-Friends) was the comic relief. And yes, she was very Phoebe-like in this film. Y’know, interrupting herself mid-sentence in that lovable but completely predictable way that she’s a master at already.
P.S. James Marsters (Spike from Buffy The Vampire Slayer) looks better as a blonde and should’ve been the obvious love-interest to Phoebe-from-Friends. He is completely downplayed and given next to no lines at all. Not that he would sound any better delivering these trite lines without a British accent. Oh, Spike, where art thou?
P.S. Was Harry Connick, Jr. stoned? His pupils didn’t dilate throughout most of his scenes. He was bland and his role in the film was completely confused. I wasn’t sure if I should forgive his character for being mentally retarded or if I should empathize with him as he attempted to woo Holly. Was he a pathetic doormat or a verile, serious love interest? He ended up as neither and became a brother-figure instead (that she kissed once?). I had no idea what the heck to make of this.
P.S. Does every man in Ireland look hot? If so, then I gotta travel there. Jeffrey Dean Morgan plays Holly’s sexy one-night-stand (complete with a tasteful nude scene from the rear). Unfortunately, the movie decides to further convolude the plot by having this mystery man be an Irish friend of Gerry’s. Ugh! I told you this movie sucks.
P.S. Why don’t we see Gerry die? They sort of skipped that part completely, so the viewer couldn’t really sympathize with Holly at all. We never got to emotionally connected to either character enough to feel anything. Holly’s memory montages are all we have to refer to in order to feel badly that one of the partners has died. If you feel anything, it is the strong urge to flee the movie theater.
P.S. Are you supposed to love Gerry & Holly–as a couple–or hate them immensely? The opening sequence has you…well, hate them. There’s only so much “I-love-you-I-hate-you” whiny pillow-talk I could take! The entire scene doesn’t even mesh with the following scene (after the opening credits run) where we automatically are thrust into a post-mortem melee about what a great guy Gerry Kennedy was. There was no preliminary scene to ease the viewer into the transition.
P.S. Do we really need that many supporting characters? As a matter of fact, there are so many people in the ensemble cast that you can’t really sense Holly’s loneliness at all. If she had wanted she could call any number of “friends” to cheer her up.
P.S. Whatcha got in the box, Holly? you ask. My dead husband’s ashes, replies Holly. Yeah, but why you gotta carry ’em around everywhere you go? you inquire. The better to annoy the audience with, explains Holly. Do you really gotta set your candles on it? you question. Of course! cries Holly, How do you expect me to see in the dark? Does it really gotta be so big? you ask again. Of course! exclaims Holly, How else do you expect me to use it as a coffee table?
P.S. Don’t cut us off just as it’s getting good. There are a few scenes that could’ve been elongated and others which should have made it to the cutting room floor.
IT WASN’T ALL HORRIBLE:
Ok, there were a few saving graces. There are two beautiful people on the screen that have some really wonderful chemistry and had the cameras rolled long enough and had the distractions been omitted, the audience would’ve been more captivated. Kathy Bates was in her prime. Even though you sort of wonder about her strange hand in helping Gerry carry out his wishes after death, and even though you want someone to explain how she had Holly’s apartment keys to throw a ‘surprise’ birthday party, she still makes you believe in her character. A kinder, gentler Gina Gershon looked better (and plumper!) as Holly’s friend. I am so glad that she played a supporting role as a non-threatening non-vixen. She lit up the screen and was refreshing, given the script. And even though the movie seemed like a giant commercial to promote tourism to Ireland, the lush landscapes took your breath away.
Tomorrow…The Bucket List review…