P.S. I Love You: Critic Reviews

FYI, there's zero chemistry between P.S. I Love You's two commodified headliners.

P.S. I Love You looks squeaky clean and utterly straight. Yet as directed by Richard LaGravenese, it has a curious morbid quality.

Some actors are better suited to straight-ahead dramas. Swank appears to be one of them.

If P.S. I Love You proves anything, it's that Hilary Swank may be a great actress, but she can't do cute.

P.S. I Love You is blithely inept.

P.S. Why should we care?

What's on your holiday wishlist? Is there room for a maudlin romantic comedy that brandishes its earnestness like tacky light displays synchronized to Trans-Siberian Orchestra?

An unapologetic tearjerker, the film lays on the sap at points, but is helped immeasurably by surprisingly clever dialogue and well-played, funny performances by the supporting cast.

Romantic comedies...need twinkle. Her character wears twinkly dresses and does twinkly things, but Swank delivers her lines as though she is still slamming into that heavy bag.

Snippets of sharp, witty dialogue are lost in a sea of sappy cliches and too-cute-for-words plot twists.

B.S. I Love You would be a more accurate title.

In the grief-drenched romantic comedy P.S. I Love You, things are excruciatingly amiss, start to finish.

Who should be more insulted by P.S. I Love You: Women, who are portrayed as shrill, materialistic harpies who fall down regularly? Or men, who are shown to be at their most romantically attractive when they're dead?

What do you get when you stick a talented, interesting cast in an uninspiring chick flick? Short answer: P.S. I Love You.

The question of love after death has been asked frequently enough in the movies, but seldom with the high ick factor found in P.S. I Love You.

A protracted piece of schmaltz.

This weeper that can't wring out tears.

It's the sort of movie that no man will ever go to unless dragged by a woman. His sole reward will be the sight of Swank in sexy underwear.

Pulling our strings is one thing; taking us for a fool is quite another.

P.S. I Love You is the cinematic equivalent of a Celine Dion song.

There is nothing special about this romance.

P.S. I Love You is as treacly as the title would suggest.

You could go see P.S. I Love You, or you could hit yourself on the head with a meat mallet.