A scene-by-scene reassessment of Love Actually. It’s not positive:
Okay. Seriously. Is this Colin Firth storyline actually about human trafficking? Colin Firth shows up in France and this woman just gets dropped off at his house and he “falls in love with her” even though they cannot communicate and the only thing he knows about her is that he’s really, really into her butt. But it’s “love”! So he just “has” her now! She’s “his”! Colin Firth decided they should be together without ever saying a single word to each other, and so that’s what happens. Congratulations, now you have a weird stranger who lives in your house and fat-shames you in Portuguese. “Love.”
This entire movie is just straight white men acting upon women they think they “deserve.” This entire movie is just men doing things.
Also, who writes their novel on loose pages on a typewriter in an open-air shack next to a pond?
