P.S. I Love You - Non è mai troppo tardi per dirlo

P.P.S. Take Tissues to This Weepy About a Romance Tested by Death

It would be easy to dismiss “P.S. I Love You,” about the agonies visited on a young married couple, as the big-screen equivalent of a paperback romance. Certainly the refined critical mind understands that this is the kind of artful emotion machine that the movies have been making since the very first tear slid down an actress’s face, the droplet seen — and experienced — around the world by audiences who answered that bead of dew with a grateful flood of their own. Cry us a river, Mary Pickford!
Movies that make you bawl were sometimes called five-hankie weepies, a sneery label calculated to insult the film and the teary filmgoer alike. [...]

di Manohla Dargis, articolo completo (5163 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The New York Times 21 dicembre 2007