If you've watched the recent flood of sugar-coated, fluffed and polished, romantic comedies that have the extra filling of "so beautiful that they almost glow" people, complete with all the cliché you'll ever get in a movie then you'll agree with me "Love hurts" is very close to a breath of fresh air. I'm not saying you won't be getting a small déjà-vu sensation out of it, of course there will be, you can't have a romantic comedy if you don't have something getting broken, like in this case a marriage. I found, while I'm not an avid fan of Carrie-Anne Moss, her portrayal of a down-to-earth, strong yet unpleased and conflicted woman very convincing and from my point of view her performance was touching, elegant and all together excellent. Perhaps not as convincing but only due to his character was Richard E. Grant. I find it hard to believe a man would be so blind to begin with and so deep to end. But then again that's the character not the actor which certainly proved brit accent, blue eyes, acting skills and success don't necessarily belong only to Hugh Grant. I loved the build on the Johnny Pacar's character Justin Bingham no matter how improbable the chance of a son giving hook-up lessons to his father and being so surprisingly unaffected by the separation of it's parents. But hey, it's a movie and I hope it's one in a long list of many for Pacar. Per all it is a very good movie with lots of laughs and emotions even if, little things like the tattooed twins or the calm, effortless swing from a workaholic to a laid back person that hangs with adolescents and easts pot fudge, might have been a bit over the top. Great movie with a very true lesson, love does hurt but on occasions it's worth the pain. And even if I myself am a non-happy ending person, as in I don't like them, I have to admit I found it very satisfying.
Review of Love Hurts
