I can't judge Love, Actually because I haven't seen it, but it is one of those movie titles that makes me grind my teeth. (That's no guarantee I won't like it. I resisted The Hudsucker Proxy for years because I hated the title, but I wound up loving the movie.)
Bergman's Fanny and Alexander is my choice for Christmas movie-watching this week. (Probably in installments. I have the long Criterion edition.)
Apropos of nothing, I re-watched Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone last night, and I was astounded by how little I liked it. Much of the blame goes to the horribly slow pacing, and John Williams' score, which seems to think it's Jurassic Park. I don't know how the rest of this series will hold up to repeat visits, and I probably won't be trying again too soon. (For that matter, I found Lord of the Rings difficult to re-view earlier this year. Guess I gorged on big budget CGI heavy fantasy for so long, I've lost my appetite for it.)
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