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'P.S. I Love You' too

There’s one kind of movie my husband won’t watch with me—the ones where one or the other of a couple is dying of a fatal disease and will die before the end of the movie. You know, like Dying Young, Sweet November, Autumn in New York, or Stepmom. So, when I held up the Gerard Butler-Hilary Swank P.S. I Love You, he rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs to his computer with a wave of his hand, heh. Add to this the fact that this particular film got a dismal 20% at Rotten Tomatoes, and it was a sure bet that I’d be watching this one alone.

But while the film was close to my husband’s expectations, I think it was also better. My hubby was almost right about the plot—but not quite. Unlike most of the films listed above, the death in this film takes place early on the film and off screen. And the gist of the film is closer to that of Catch and Release or Always, two films (I really like) that deal with the effect of losing a lover and trying to make your way back into life. And I must admit, I don’t agree with the critics on this one; I think it is worth more than what most of them gave it. But perhaps that’s why I’m not one of them, heh.

The film opens some nine or so years into the lively and passionate marriage between Holly and Gerry, an Irishman who met, feel in love with and married Holly when they were both in the early 20s (“too young” to marry, according to both of their mothers). After the opening scenes and credits, however, we see Holly walk into her mother’s pub where they are holding a wake for Gerry, who’s died of a brain tumor. Holly is devastated and lost without Gerry—who, however, it turns out had a plan. Over the course of the film, Holly receives a series of letters Gerry wrote before he died that guide her back into life.

While the film isn’t overly substantial, it does deal with some significant themes. I loved how Gerry was all about enjoying life when and where you’re at. Early in the film, he chides Holly for lamenting about “waiting for life to begin,” trying to get her to see that she’s already smack dab in the middle of it. It’s a lesson I’ve been learning, this idea of living in the present, in the here-and now. If we don’t, we miss the important stuff. Not the least of which is what God is doing right now, around us.

I also appreciated the moment when Holly’s mother Patricia (played by Kathy Bates), abandoned herself in the realm of love, muses with her daughter about whether or not each of them is alone in this life. “So now, alone or not, you've got a walk ahead,” she tells Holly. “Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.” The relationship Holly has with her mother and friends are essential in her returning to life (and so it is in our own lives). Gerry’s letters guide her in ways they can’t (he knew her best), but it takes the relationships of here-and-now to help her to return. And Gerry knew that, too. In my experience, there are moments so dark, when God doesn’t seem to be anywhere near, that the comfort of another is beyond a precious gift, a reminder that we are indeed not alone. In reality, that comfort is the hands and arms of God, who is the origin and source of love from whom we love (even if he himself seems absent).

Ultimately, I think this is a story about healing. In the end, Holly embraces life as good, even though she lost the man who loved her and she loved most. We see the power of being able to love and be loved overcome death. We see the power of good to overcome darkness. We see life does out. We need stories like these—or, at least, I do. Stories like this remind me that in the darkness comes light, out of death comes life and how deeply powerful are the relationships we walk with in it all. It’s not a profound film, but it’s a cathartic one. In some ways, it’s safer, allowing us to confront the loss and unjustness associated with loss and death while knowing how it will end—or, at least, how we know it should end.

And I must admit, the soundtrack is wonderful. I downloaded about eight songs from the collection (my favorite right now being the Pogues’—ironically, a fav band of my hubby, heh—Love You ‘Till the End).

Would my husband have liked the film? Heh, I’m not sure. I sure did cry. A lot. Most of the way through the movie, in fact. But I really liked this film, too.

Note: the film is rated PG-13 and contains sexual situations and language as well as foul language.

(Images: Warner Bros)

Comments

Never Settle said…
You said, "In my experience, there are moments so dark, when God doesn’t seem to be anywhere near, that the comfort of another is beyond a precious gift, a reminder that we are indeed not alone. In reality, that comfort is the hands and arms of God, who is the origin and source of love from whom we love (even if he himself seems absent)."

God has shown me love in this way so often in the past. Thank you for sharing this and reminding me.
Carmen Andres said…
thanks for stopping by again!
Anonymous said…
Hey, I loved this film. I cried too, despite the fact that it's a big old chick flick! If you ever wanted to leave behind a similar message like the one created by Gerry, I found this website called www.farawayfish.com, where you can store a profile all about your life to go live after you've died. You can even set emails to be sent to your loved ones on specific dates after you've passed on! It's like the film come true!