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There's just enough here to recommend.
Snippets of sharp, witty dialogue are lost in a sea of sappy clichés and too-cute-for-words plot twists.
Some actors are better suited to straight-ahead dramas. Swank appears to be one of them.
It's the sort of movie that no man will ever go to unless dragged by a woman. His sole reward will be the sight of Swank in sexy underwear.
This is a movie that will leave you stunned and stupefied from beginning to end, if you don't head for the exits first.
In the grief-drenched romantic comedy P.S. I Love You, things are excruciatingly amiss, start to finish.
...a consistently watchable romantic comedy that's certainly a far cry from its underwhelming brethren...
Inasmuch as P.S. I Love You works, it works as metaphor--it's about honouring the dead by living well.
Shmoopy or not, the movie worked for me.
Lisa Kudrow, the designated comic relief, has never been so consistently unfunny, and Gina Gershon looks uncomfortable in every (pseudo-)inspirational moment.
Hilary Swank may have two Oscars, but P.S. I Love You proves she has plenty to learn about romantic comedies.
Richard LaGravense's P.S. I Love You has plenty of sappy love-letter moments, but it's also a very touching and real-feeling look at the grieving process.
You get the strong impression that no one involved wanted to risk being labeled "depressing," so they inserted a lot of lame comic moments into a film that doesn't need them.
May be too womanly for a guy like me, but you don't have to be either sex to know all potential is dashed in a hail of clichés...
Swank gets it just right with a fine-tuned subtle expression of confusion, despondency and rage.
Swank gets it just right with a fine-tuned subtle expression of confusion, despondency and rage.
...it's one that probably reads better than it comes off on screen. (Blu-ray Edition)
...the filmmakers mean well, but instead of a celebration of life, the whole thing seems like an extended wake.
It was Irish overkill. There didn't seem to be a chronological plan with the letters, so poor Holly is just forced to sit and wait to hear from her dead husband.
Talk about uneven. 'P.S. I Love You' is more uneven than an emery board, and every bit as grating when it misses its mark, which is more often than not.
Better than the best kiss you've ever had.
For all his plain-speaking, down-homey affect, Harry Connick, Jr. remains something of a mystery.
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