P.S. I Love You

Pulling our strings is one thing; taking us for a fool is quite another.

It’s the sort of movie that no man will ever go to unless dragged by a woman. His sole reward will be the sight of Swank in sexy underwear.

P.S. I Love You is blithely inept.

LaGravenese is usually a terrific screenwriter, but this adaptation (with Steve Rogers) of Cecelia Ahern’s novel is almost insufferably...

Swank does her best, but she seems lost in the movie’s identity crisis, taking the project seriously one moment and doing a pratfall off ...

LaGravenese is usually a terrific screenwriter, but this adaptation (with Steve Rogers) of Cecelia Ahern’s novel is almost insufferably...

Tone is everything in a movie like this, but writer-director Richard LaGravanese, working from a novel by Cecelia Ahern, can’t deci...

There are many good actresses unsuited for romantic comedies, and Hilary Swank, despite her considerable talents, is one of them.

A protracted piece of schmaltz.

This is a movie that will leave you stunned and stupefied from beginning to end, if you don’t head for the exits first.

P.S. I Love You is the cinematic equivalent of a Celine Dion song.

P.S. Why should we care?

In the grief-drenched romantic comedy P.S. I Love You, things are excruciatingly amiss, start to finish.

FYI, there’s zero chemistry between P.S. I Love You’s two commodified headliners.

What’s on your holiday wishlist? Is there room for a maudlin romantic comedy that brandishes its earnestness like tacky light displays s...

Some actors are better suited to straight-ahead dramas. Swank appears to be one of them.

Snippets of sharp, witty dialogue are lost in a sea of sappy clichés and too-cute-for-words plot twists.

What do you get when you stick a talented, interesting cast in an uninspiring chick flick? Short answer: P.S. I Love You.

Heavy handed and entirely too maudlin, this supposedly empowering feminine journey of self discovery is anything but.