Last night I went to see P.S. I Love You.
I’ve heard around the writer’s blogosphere various grumblings about Cecilia Ahearn. I haven’t read her book yet, but the movie was incredible.
I cried, then laughed, then cried (we’re talking streams of tears), then laughed (we’re talking barking out loud), then repeated that for the entire length of the movie. As I was watching, I worried it was going to be one of those top-heavy comedies, where all the laughter is in the beginning; it was well-spread through the entire movie.
Using the word comedy is misleading, because it’s mostly a drama about a young, thirty year old widow whose sexy Irish husband dies at thirty-five and leaves her a series of letters, timed over the year after his death, with the intention of helping her heal.
This is one of those movies that I will see again and again, both in the theater and when it comes out on DVD. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s one of those movies that I end up watching every couple days for weeks on end.
And I haven’t done that with a movie since Hope Floats came out years ago.
That’s how good P.S. I Love You is.
Anyway, now I understand why people clean when depressed. (DH has left now, but only three months until he gets home!) I got up and cleaned, (strictly by accident; one thing just sort of led to another), and WOW! Cleaning really lifts depression.
I feel great! To part, here’s a video of the P.S. I Love You trailer: