Just saw The Love Letter, and it felt kind of funny, like a semi-comatose summer daydream or something. While there were definite moments of whimsical magic, I was too often left in a state of not-so-suspended disbelief...the Capshaw/Scott relationship was a little left field (although the hand scene was really quite nice), as was the notion that so many people could be in love with a character as annoying as Capshaw's Helen. Also, since when was Blythe Danner old enough to be Capshaw's mother? Oh, please. Capshaw looks good...but she still looks forty five.
And there wasn't enough Ellen DeGeneres, either. Every time she was on screen, the movie transformed into something quirkier than it actually was. Same goes for Juliane Nicholson, who was adorably vulnerable without being gushy. More of these two and less of Capshaw's Helen would have made this movie a lot more fun than it was.
That, and more of that delicious looking taffy. My God. I don't know who was loading up that taffy machine, but baby, that taffy looked good...
And there wasn't enough Ellen DeGeneres, either. Every time she was on screen, the movie transformed into something quirkier than it actually was. Same goes for Juliane Nicholson, who was adorably vulnerable without being gushy. More of these two and less of Capshaw's Helen would have made this movie a lot more fun than it was.
That, and more of that delicious looking taffy. My God. I don't know who was loading up that taffy machine, but baby, that taffy looked good...