I'm pretty sure I can accomplish this review without using a post script. I found the thing lacking and I shan't be professing any love. There—no P.S. necessary.
Holly Kennedy (Hilary Swank, Million Dollar Baby) is kind of a butthole, yet for whatever reason, her Irish crooning husband Gerry (Gerard Butler, 300) is madly in love with her. When Gerry's terminal illness takes him from her, Holly's world falls apart. But Gerry arranges delivery of posthumous letters that lead Holly on a scavenger hunt to put her world back together.
Director Richard LaGravenese (Freedom Writers) co-wrote the script, adapted from the book by first-time novelist Cecelia Ahern. Once completely set in the land of shamrocks, the setting's been moved mostly to New York, which is fine. The problem is that though most of the supporting cast—including Kathy Bates (Misery) and Lisa Kudrow (TV's Friends)—is pretty interesting and relatable, the two stars are hopelessly miscast. Swank, a two-time Oscar winner is great when at odds with the world but apparently not as much as an average griever. Butler's a badass in action flicks, but perhaps not ready for romance. Then there's Harry Connick Jr., who, as a potential new love interest, overshoots quirky and lands on disturbingly odd.
There are a few touching and emotional moments, but what easily could've been a really clever and sweet movie truly misses the mark.
I remember what I said up top, but I can't help myself ... P.S.: skip it.
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