"Letters to Juliet" is a rare chick flick that makes you feel glad to be a chick (play along with me please), glad the weather's getting warm and definitely glad this year's skirt lengths are short and skimpy.
Irrepressibly joyous and dusted with a light, elegant bonhomie, "Letters to Juliet" is the cinematic equivalent of a fuchsia-colored satin cushion nestled on a nicely upholstered Italian sofa. The centerpiece of this romantic gem is the pillow-topped Amanda Seyfried and her quest for true love unfolds in Verona, Italy.
"Letters to Juliet" is directed by Gary Winick and costars the always wonderful Gael Garcia Bernal, but frankly, you'll hardly notice the men — in front of the lens or behind it. In fact, their presence is strangely obscured, fading discreetly into the backdrop, in a story that is supposedly about commitment and finding a soulmate.
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