Well there was nothing else on. I'd had my tin of Heinz Beef Broth and cheese and ham toasties so thought - why not, and sat down and watched the glorious load of tosh that is Love Story.
My excuse (and I'm sticking to it) is that Ryan O'Neal is quite simply the best-dressed man in cinema and (well) Ali McGraw is gorgeous.
As for the film: well you know what you are getting when a forlorn Oliver Barrett IV (O'Neal)'s opening lines are - "What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?"
The action then pans back to when the rich Harvard boy meets the poor Italian-American and they fall in love. Simple story, simply executed and beautifully acted.
Add in an perfect oscar-winning musical score that helps to tug the heart strings, marvellous Cambridge, Mass. sights/sites and a lovely understated performance by Ray Milland as O'Neal's WASP father and that is about it.
Romantic films rarely work for me but this is exquisite.
*Hawkins holding back the tears to check the cut of O'Neal's sheepskin jacket and drool over the beauty of his MG TC car
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