P.P.S. I hate this. A bereavement chick flick of egregious ickiness, it stars Hilary Swank as a young widow who learns that her considerate late spouse (Gerard Butler) has organised a whole raft of letters to prevent her wallowing in grief and to help her "move on".
This programme involves tearful karaoke sessions, a trip to Oirland that the Irish Tourist Board might have sponsored and some Bridget Jones-style frolics with her best pals Lisa Kudrow and Gina Gershon. Harry Connick Jr crops up as a barman half in love with the widow, but perversely he doesn't sing while both Butler and Swank do, very feebly. From its opening marital row to its closing reconciliation the movie defies belief, common sense and logic quite a hat-trick.Reuse content