Two hours you will never get back. Meandering, self-indulgent, pointlessly saccharine and obnoxiously trite, About Time is surely the death knell for Richard Curtis’s (Notting Hill, Love Actually) brand of white-boy-centric, navel-gazingly twee rom-coms.
PS, Dick, top tip: when your hero uses a secret advantage to learn things about his love interest, end her relationship and manipulate her into falling in love with him it’s not charming and romantic, its creepy as shit.
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