There’s a certain group of people who fall prey to the endless romantic clichés that Richard Curtis (writer for Notting Hill, Bridget Jones’ Diary, director of the film that started the seasons of gush trend, Love Actually) spews out, and I am not ashamed to admit that I fall into that group. I love how he writes such unrealistically nice things happen to unrealistically nice characters. It’s escapism at it’s very British best. [caption id="attachment_2919" align="aligncenter" width="225"] About Time (2013)[/caption] I chanced upon About Time last Saturday afternoon during the cursory mindless channel flicking search and figured that hey, I’m…
