About Time

In the same sense that William Gibson kept rewriting the same damned novel for so damned long, Richard Curtis --- Love Actually, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Notting Hill --- keeps making the same damned movie. At least with About Time we get to skip Hugh Grant. It's the same mix of heartwarming pap that all his movies are. Father passes on to his son the family secret, that men in their line can travel backwards in time. Hilarity and hijinks ensue. Our hero learns that love is more important than being able to take a do-over. Yadda, yadda. Domhall Gleeson and Rachel McAdams put up a good fight against the material, and Bill Nighy is excellent as usual. Wait for the short story instead.