Seriously. Why am a watching this movie yet again? There are so many bits you have to skip to make it bearable. All the scenes with Keira Knightly because the storyline is just too cutesy. All the scenes with the couple who work as stand-ins for a porn film because of how awkward and totally unbelievable the premise is. The Hugh Grant scenes are great, Emma Thomson is perfect, the guy who goes to the US to find love is mildly annoying. The pop star is good because of the actor…what’s his name: Bill Nighy and all the Alan Rickman scenes are golden because he was fabulous. But Colin Firth and the Portuguese lady storyline also suffers from too much cutesy. I prefer the dry sardonic Hugh Grant every time: “Ruthless, trained killers are just a phone call away.”

Here’s the absolute worst thing about seeing Love, Actually in 2020: watching people hugging at the airport, as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. All the travelling and all the hugging, that’s why.