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This weekend saw a bit of a Movie Marathon taking place. Not in the Bridget Jones, lock yourself away from all humanity and drink wine but just at the end of the weekend I just looked back and was like ’shit I’ve watched a lot of shit’. Speaking of shit, one of the bottom barrell one’s i managed to dig out was PS. I Love You. It had been a long time coming having dodged the bullet from Mrs Ben to watch it. Of course she had read the Cecilia Ahern book the film is based on, but alas according to a very annoyed Mrs Ben it doesn’t really follow the book enough and this takes away from the whole vibe, apparantly!

The film is about a young widower (Holly Kennedy played by Hillary Swank) who is trying to come to terms with her husbands (Gerry Kennedy played by Gerard Butler)  passing after suffering a brain tumor. Before passing on he wrote a series of letters that over the course of the year get delivered to Holly. These letters are to help her move on and get over his death.

I’m gonna put it out there and say that this wasn’t a bad film in theory, there are parts that are quite touching BUT what makes it completely and utterly unbelievable/stupid and what took the whole goodness of the film away was the complete paddy whackary going on throughout the 126 minutes (which doesn’t fly by as quick as one would hope!). It reeked of ‘top o the mornin’ to ya’ and wasn’t short of producing the wee leprachaun with hit ‘pot a gold’.

It features a part where Holly travels to Ireland (AAYERLAND) and the only genuinely believable bit is when you meet Gerry’s Parents and they are Irish people, Irish actors and their accents aren’t the dogs dinner.

An enjoyable flick of sorts, too many plot turns and twists and characters who aren’t needed to make this film what it is. Watch it and ask yourself ‘Why is Harry Connick Jnr. in this film AT ALL!?’. A DVD rental at a push becuase your other half wants it, no more, no less. Leave your brain at the door. . .