
2013 · Richard Curtis
For a soft night in when you want to fall in love and then call your dad. Pure comfort on the surface, with a good honest cry waiting underneath.
After another dismal New Year's party, awkward young Tim learns a family secret from his father: the men in their line can travel back within their own lives and redo their own moments. He uses the gift the way anyone would — to fix botched first impressions and win the woman he loves — but the film slowly turns into something else: a question about which moments deserve a second visit, and which just have to be lived.
It starts as a breezy, self-deprecating British rom-com and sneaks up on you; by the last act it's less about romance than about fathers, time, and paying attention, and it will absolutely make you cry. Funny, cozy, and casually devastating.
Bill Nighy, as the father, gives the most quietly devastating performance of his late career — dry, warm, and heartbreaking without ever pushing. Domhnall Gleeson makes gawky sincerity leading-man material, and Rachel McAdams is effortlessly winning.
Richard Curtis — the writer behind the modern British romantic comedy — made this as his farewell to directing, and it plays like a summing-up: the jokes and the weddings are all there, but the time-travel conceit is used for feeling rather than plot mechanics. The Cornwall seaside scenes give it a golden, lived-in glow.
Filed under 'pleasant' on release, it has been steadily revised upward by a decade of word-of-mouth into a beloved modern comfort classic — the Curtis film people say actually changed how they think about ordinary days.
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Richard Curtis — screenwriter of Four Weddings and a Funeral and Notting Hill, director of Love Actually, and thus an architect of the modern British romantic comedy — announced this would be his last film as director, and it plays like a summing-up. A young man learns from his father that the men of their family can revisit their own pasts; what begins as a gadget for repairing botched first impressions matures into something stranger and sadder, a meditation on which moments deserve a second visit and which must simply be lived. The courtship, with Rachel McAdams, is the advertised attraction, but the film's true love story is between Domhnall Gleeson and Bill Nighy as son and father — Nighy giving the most casually devastating performance of his late career. Critics initially filed it under pleasant; a decade of word-of-mouth has revised the verdict upward. Curtis's craft here is sincerity deployed without apology, walked right to the edge of sentimentality and, on the best days, held just short of it.
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