There is not a moment of my day when I am not irate about Love, Actually. It’s the most nihilist romcom ever made. Every single person is making terrible choices except Emma Thompson, and she’s so rightfully sad. That movie makes me so angry, and yet every time I watch it (once a week from October through May), I’m like, “This is so me. This is so true.” It’s because of winter! It gets in your mind. It short-circuits you! It makes you think that Colin Firth isn’t just creating a hostile work environment because he’s lonely. I get it. But we have to tell the truth.
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