Why do I like Romantic Comedies and Richard Curtis?

Just caught the trailer for Love Actually – the new romantic multi-story comedy from Richard Curtis, the genius behind Blackadder (with Ben Elton), Four Weddings And A Funeral and Notting Hill. Even has a cool storyline with Hugh Grant the Prime Minister falling in love with the tea lady…

Lord knows that I should stay away from romantic comedies like the proverbial plague … it’ll only get my hopes up that my love life will be like the movies with soaring camerawork and orchestral music, when it’s far more likely to be like the famed Andy Warhol 8-hour film of a man sleeping. Alone…

Anyway, watching the trailer – which is OK, but has *no* anthemic shots of London, which is terrible – it reminded me of my movie going experience of seeing Notting Hill with my friend Lisa. I’d had one pint, no food and went in. And apparently I kept spotting parts of London I knew, garbling on about that, and then there were two fantastic camera shots and visual sequences which I thought were the height of British commercial cinema, and couldn’t help raving about it when I came out.

Really ought to go to the cinema more often. Although no doubt I should actually be barred from the cinema, if I’m rating Notting Hill…

Maybe I should leave my obsession with Richard Curtis’s work and his wife Emma Freud for another time…

Mirrored from almost witty.

Why do I like Romantic Comedies and Richard Curtis?

Just caught the trailer for Love Actually – the new romantic multi-story comedy from Richard Curtis, the genius behind Blackadder (with Ben Elton), Four Weddings And A Funeral and Notting Hill. Even has a cool storyline with Hugh Grant the Prime Minister falling in love with the tea lady…

Lord knows that I should stay away from romantic comedies like the proverbial plague … it’ll only get my hopes up that my love life will be like the movies with soaring camerawork and orchestral music, when it’s far more likely to be like the famed Andy Warhol 8-hour film of a man sleeping. Alone…

Anyway, watching the trailer – which is OK, but has *no* anthemic shots of London, which is terrible – it reminded me of my movie going experience of seeing Notting Hill with my friend Lisa. I’d had one pint, no food and went in. And apparently I kept spotting parts of London I knew, garbling on about that, and then there were two fantastic camera shots and visual sequences which I thought were the height of British commercial cinema, and couldn’t help raving about it when I came out.

Really ought to go to the cinema more often. Although no doubt I should actually be barred from the cinema, if I’m rating Notting Hill…

Maybe I should leave my obsession with Richard Curtis’s work and his wife Emma Freud for another time…

Mirrored from almost witty.