DVD Release Date: May 6, 2008
Theatrical Release Date: December 21, 2007
Rating: PG-13 (for sexual references and brief nudity)
Genre: Drama/Comedy
Run Time: 126 min.
Director: Richard LaGravenese
Actors: Hilary Swank, Gerard Butler, Lisa Kudrow, Gina Gershon, Kathy Bates, Harry Connick Jr., Jeffrey Dean Morgan
After signing on for so many heavy movies including Boys Don’t Cry, Million Dollar Baby and The Reaping, it’s not surprising that two-time Oscar winner Hilary Swank wanted to try something lighter like a romantic comedy for a change of pace.
From the opening scene of P.S. I Love You where Swank’s character Holly gets in a fight with her hunky Irish husband Gerry (Gerard Butler of 300 fame), branching out quickly turns sour for the actress—and fast. In an effort to establish that Holly’s the uptight one (we’re told she worries about paying bills, after all), and Gerry’s the free spirit who sings his problems away, it’s difficult to figure out what actually attracted him to his hot-tempered, shoe-throwing wife in the first place. Although they live in a small (but cute) NYC apartment, all Holly ever goes on about is wanting a bigger place and how she’s forced to buy her designer duds on eBay (oh the horror!), even though she’s the one who’s been hopping from job to job.
During this seemingly endless tirade where Holly’s throwing anything within an earshot of him, Gerry just keeps on smiling and telling her how wonderful she is, even though she’s really acting like a spoiled brat. While this awkward introduction to the seminal characters could be just a function of a poorly written screenplay, someone like Reese Witherspoon or Jennifer Garner could’ve probably pulled this off with the essential one-two punch of great comedic chops and girl-next-door charm. But Swank seems clearly out her comfort zone here, sort of like Sandra Bullock in last summer’s Premonition.
As far as the actual story goes, the premise for P.S. I Love You seemed promising enough, albeit far-fetched: After the unexpected death of Holly’s husband from a brain tumor, the grieving young widow discovers that Gerry left behind a month’s worth of letters that arrive randomly (some written, some in audio form) and provide instructions of how she’s supposed to spend each day. Of course, the end result is that she’ll begin the healing process and make the most of her life, despite the drastic change of circumstances.
Has anyone here ever heard about the gift of discernment?
And by God, there are greater sins happening right in front of your noses than a little bit of nudity!
(God created us all in the nude, since the beginning, and on top of it, the first thing He ever commanded us to do was "Be fruitful & multiply," and not "Go & kill some Ayatollahs!"