Watching more than one Richard Curtis film is basically like living Groundhog Day in reverse: no matter how positive, happy-go-lucky and generous you are beforehand, the endless succession of implausibly saccharine occurences and punchably successful, nice people would eventually turn you embittered, nauseated and genocidal.
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