It’s that time of year: re-runs of Love, Actually, the film with the best three lines in any movie, spoken by the Emma Thompson character and her daughter. They are talking about the school nativity play.
Daughter: “I play the third lobster.”
Mother: : “There was more than one lobster at the birth of Jesus?”
Because this is one of my favorites, I have been meaning to write about this film, when the following headline is Salon caught my eye.
“Love, Actually”: The worst Christ
I did not make it through the entire article, but did read enough to make me feel sorry for the woman that wrote it. She does not understand irony and, apparently, also love. The headline to her article suggests a number of personality shortcomings. I would not be surprised to read that she like Valentine’s Day, which was the worst “love” movie ever, besides being weak overall.
Love, Actually was made by Richard Curtiss, who is also one of the creators of Black Adder, one of my favorite sitcoms. (The above writer would not get this one either, because each series and each episode is chock full of political, religious, military, social, and historical satire.) To be honest, the first series is not my favorite, but the later ones are each better than the other.