P.S. I Love You

The film is not a beautiful object or a memorable cultural one, and yet it charms, however awkwardly. Ms. Swank’s ardent sincerity and naked emotionalism dovetail nicely with Mr. LaGravenese’s melodramatic excesses.Read Full Review »

If P.S. I Love You proves anything, it's that Hilary Swank may be a great actress, but she can't do cute.Read Full Review »

Harry Connick Jr. acquits himself best of the lot.Read Full Review »

This misguided chick flick jumps through a lot of hoops just to state the obvious: "Life goes on, enjoy the time you have."Read Full Review »

Aside from the inept "August Rush," there probably isn't a more clumsily manipulative motion picture out there this holiday season than P.S. I Love You.Read Full Review »

Hilary Swank, who was not put in this world to simper, does little else as a young wife whose twinkly leprechaun of an Irish husband (Gerard Butler, who's Scottish, but never mind) has died.Read Full Review »

Blithely inept.Read Full Review »

FYI, there's zero chemistry between P.S. I Love You's two commodified headliners. P.S.: The plus in the harsh grade goes solely to the divine Lisa Kudrow, delivering desperately needed laughs as the twitchy widow's husband-hunting best friend.Read Full Review »

You could go see P.S. I Love You, or you could hit yourself on the head with a meat mallet -- it depends on the amount of time and money you want to devote to what amounts to roughly the same experience.Read Full Review »