I cannot stop watching this movie.
The sad thing is that a brief synopsis makes it sound stupid: a young man with the hereditary ability to time travel tries to change his past in order to improve his future.
It’s a love story. (Surprise! I’ve been watching too many indie love stories lately.) And it has Rachel McAdams competing for America’s sweetheart and her co-star Domhnall Gleeson as a lovable regular British joe who erases every awkward moment with his time-traveling abilities.
It will steal your heart.
Bill Nighy and Gleeson have this fantastic relationship as father and son as Nighy’s character mentors Gleeson through the trials of time travel for the everyday man.
The acting is excellent, the scenes make you want to move to England, the tension is delicate, and the family dynamics intriguingly normal, the delivery impeccable, and the soundtrack eclectic. But who would expect otherwise? Guess who wrote and directed it: Richard Curtis. As in Four Weddings and a Funeral, Bridget Jones’ Diary, Notting Hill, and Love Actually.
Though our generation seems to be increasingly obsessed with time travel, this movie is refreshing as it takes a modest look at what one could do if they could simply replay and recreate those moments that didn’t go as planned, juxtaposed with the inevitability of fate.
Some of my favorite quotes and some quirky one-liners:
Tim (Gleeson): I’m Tim.
Mary (McAdams): I’m Mary.
Tim: That’s my mother’s name!
Mary: I remind you of your mother?
Bill Nighy’s as father to son Tim at the wedding: “I’d only give one piece of advice to anyone marrying. We’re all quite similar in the end. We all get old and tell the same tales too many times. But try and marry someone kind. And this is a kind man with a good heart.”
Tim: Mum, this is Mary.
Mum: Mary! Good Lord, you’re pretty.
Mary (Rachel McAdams): Oh, no. It’s just… I’ve got a lot of mascara and lipstick on.
Mum: Let’s have a look.
Mary: [presents her face]
Mum: Oh, yes. Good. It’s very bad for a girl to be too pretty. It stops her developing a sense of humor. Or a personality.
Tim: So what do you do?
Mary: I’m a reader at a publisher.
Tim: No! Do you read for a living?
Mary: Yes, that’s it. I read.
Tim: Oh that’s so great! That’s like someone asking: “What do you do for a living?” “Oh, well, I breathe. I’m a breather. I get paid for breathing. How did you get that job?”
Oh, and the soundtrack: