Much like a real dinner party, this dinner-party scene is taking forever.For that matter, did Hugh really bring Julia over to his sister’s place without providing a spoiler alert that he was inviting a famous actress to dinner? Major party foul!.Do British people really cook guinea fowl?.Literally, this entire sequence of Hugh being forced to talk to the other stars of Julia’s film is all too familiar to any journalist who’s ever been unprepared for an interview.I have to admit that Hugh blagging his way through a fake interview is very me coded.As someone who has interviewed celebrities at several press junkets, I must chime in here to say that the celebrity rarely falls in love with you (in my experience, at least).Man, there really was a floppy-hair epidemic among young, straight white men in 1999.LOL at Hugh pretending to be from Horse and Hound in order to flirt with Julia during a press junket.God, the way people from the UK say yogurt ( yoghurt?) is so viscerally horrifying to me.
Damn, I love Julia’s bad-bitch little crop top.There is no more Hugh Grant move than offering a woman apricots soaked in honey.
Personally, if I were an internationally famous celebrity, I would not go to the house of a random stranger even if he had just foppishly spilled coffee on me-but then I guess there would be no movie. Hey, it’s Julia Roberts in a beret browsing at the travel bookshop! You can tell she’s incognito because she’s wearing transition lenses. (Yes, I was a toddler for most of them, but that doesn’t preclude nostalgia.) Imagine turning a profit on a travel bookshop! I miss the ’90s. Literally every lesbian I know would envy Hugh Grant’s hair in this movie. God, I love the way British people say weekend. Hey, Hugh Grant said “Notting Hill” ! Everyone drink!. I think I just realized in this moment that this is a different film from America’s Sweethearts. Aw, I love Julia with a chin-length bob!. Anna Scott (bad fake celebrity name), and I must admit that casting Julia, one of 1999’s top stars, as a top star in this movie was pretty clever. We open on a paparazzi frenzy awaiting Julia Roberts, a.k.a. I hadn’t actually seen the movie since I was 13, though, so would the Grantian X factor hold up on a rewatch? Read on to find out. I’ve tried for most of my life to restrain my fondness for Hugh Grant, but as a mortal human woman, I simply can’t resist his floppy-haired, oh-so-British charms, which were arguably at their zenith in the 1999 film Notting Hill.
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