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I saw the film, ‘Notting Hill’ much after it was released. Those days, I was a Julia Roberts fan. Big time. I still am. And I found the film fascinating, the fairy tale of all modern fairy tales, and with a dash of humour at that.
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I saw the film recently, and I must admit, the film looked like a walking-talking dictionary of clichés. Though I still liked Rhys Ifans’ Spike. That’s a character.
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Here, Roberts’ film star heroine comes to Hugh Grant’s bookseller hero asking him to take her back, saying, cliché, cliché, that she is a girl asking a boy to love her. Touché!
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