Somethimes I wish I were British

Love Actually is actually a quality film. It gets a little bit chick-flicky at times, well most of the time, but it has something for everyone, not just the ladies. There are obvious times when the estrogen seeps out of the writing, like when Mark (Andrew Lincoln) appears at Juliet’s (Kiera Knightly) with a tape player and his poem on poster board. It is touching, but only if your hormones are in the right place. There are also times in the film that just make you feel great, like when the Prime Minister (Hugh Grant) stands up to the President (Billy Bob Thornton). The one truly remarkable aspect of the film is the way it depicts love and gives it a new meaning. All of the main characters are searching for something, some meaning, some kind of love, in the beginning of the film. By the end of the film, all of them, along with the audience, realize that love is recognizing that one doesn’t search for meaning or for love, that it was right there in front of you the whole time. Love is realizing what has been in front of you the whole time. On a cooler note, I wish I could be the prime minister of England, just so that I could dance around pictures of Neville Chamberlain, Winston Churchill, and most importantly Margaret Thatcher.