Between this and Five Feet Apart, my tear ducts have gotten a full clearing this year. Makes me feel like I’m human to actually cry when I need to, aside from the too many times in real life when I can’t. Thanks, Gurinder, Sarfraz, and Bruce ♥️
One reason why this giddy film works so well is that any self-awareness or reminders that we’re here ten years later are kept to an absolute bare minimum. No one’s winking at the camera or wasting any time cracking jokes that will fade as the film gets older. Everyone’s here to have a good time and you’ll enjoy these ABBA tunes, dammit. If you really looked closely between this film and its predecessor, there are holes where things don’t match…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
My favourite thing is tracing the turning points of each of the characters, and not just the points, but each of the curves that start at the beginning. It’s never clear the boundaries of each of them and I never want it explained to me.
The third view I finally (albeit unconsciously) set aside my preferred lens of the love story and diverted attention to Abigail—I could finally see all of her dimensions. None of them are exactly easy to…