SYNOPSIS
L'amour est partout, imprévisible, inexplicable, insurmontable. Il frappe quand il veut et souvent, ça fait pas mal de dégâts...
Pour le nouveau Premier Ministre britannique, il va prendre la jolie forme d'une jeune collaboratrice.
Pour l'écrivain au coeur brisé parti se réfugier dans le sud de la France, il surgira d'un lac.
Il s'éloigne de cette femme qui, installée dans une vie de couple ronronnante, suspecte soudain son mari de songer à une autre.
Il se cache derrière les faux-semblants de ce meilleur ami qui aurait bien voulu être autre chose que le témoin du mariage de celle qu'il aime.
Pour ce veuf et son beau-fils, pour cette jeune femme qui adore son collègue, l'amour est l'enjeu, le but, mais également la source d'innombrables complications.
En cette veille de Noël à Londres, ces vies et ces amours vont se croiser, se frôler et se confronter...
SECRETS DE TOURNAGE
Une jolie carte de visite
Love actually possède une jolie carte de visite. Déjà bénéficiaire d'un casting de haute volée, le long-métrage est réalisé par Richard Curtis, scénariste de trois longs métrages qui ont donné à la comédie romantique ses lettres de noblesse : Quatre mariages et un enterrement, Coup de foudre à Notting Hill et Le Journal de Bridget Jones.
Retrouvailles
Love actually marque la quatrième collaboration de Richard Curtis avec le comédien Hugh Grant. Les deux hommes ont déjà travaillé ensemble sur Quatre mariages et un enterrement, Coup de foudre à Notting Hill et Le Journal de Bridget Jones.
Un Premier Ministre fou d'amour
Mettre en scène le Premier Ministre britannique en proie aux tourments des sentiments amoureux a été quelque chose de très réjouissant pour le réalisateur Richard Curtis qui s'interroge avec malice : "Pourquoi l'amour ne flanquerait-il pas la panique chez un homme chargé de la santé, de l'éducation, des transports ? Je voulais confronter la responsabilité et le sérieux de ces hautes fonctions avec tout ce que l'amour peut vous faire faire d'irrationnel..."
C'est Hugh Grant, fidèle complice de Curtis, qui a été désigné pour ce rôle étonnant. L'acteur ne tarit pas d'éloges sur son collègue en déclarant que Curtis "livre des scénarios qui lui ressemblent. Il réussit un parfait équilibre entre ce qui est le plus noir et ce qui est le plus positif. La comédie est extrêmement importante dans le succès du travail de Richard, mais ce qui l'est au moins autant, c'est qu'il aime vraiment la vie."
QUOTES
Prime Minister: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
Prime Minister: Oh dear, it's the chancellor of the exchequer on the other line.
Karen: No it isn't.
Prime Minister: I'll call you back.
Karen: No you won't.
Prime Minister: I'm very jealous of your plane, by the way.
The President: We love that old thing.
Press Conference Reporter: Prime Minister?
Prime Minister: I love that word "relationship". Covers all manner of sins, doesn't it? I fear that this has become a bad relationship. A relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to, erm... Britain. We may be a small country but we're a great one, too. The country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter. David Beckham's right foot. David Beckham's left foot, come to that. And a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend. And since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to be much stronger. And the President should be prepared for that.
[Natalie, a secretary, is greeting the Prime Minister]
Natalie: Hello, David. I mean "sir". Shit, I can't believe I've just said that. Oh, and now I've gone and said "shit" - twice. I'm so sorry, sir.
Prime Minister: It's fine, it's fine. You could've said "fuck", and then we'd have been in real trouble.
Natalie: Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition that I was going to fuck up on the first day. Oh, piss-it!
[talking about her ex-boyfriend]
Natalie: He says no one's going to fancy a girl with thighs the size of big tree trunks. Not a nice guy, actually, in the end.
Prime Minister: Right. Goodness. Well, well. You know, being Prime Minister, I could just have him murdered.
Natalie: Thank you, sir. I'll think about it.
Prime Minister: Do. The SAS are absolutely charming. Ruthless trained killers are just a phone call away.
Prime Minister: [on the phone to his sister] I'm very busy and important. How can I help you?
Prime Minister: Who do you have to screw around here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit?
[after walking into 10 Downing Street for the first time and falling in love with a member of the domestic staff]
Prime Minister: Oh, no. That is so inconvenient.
[having just been exposed kissing Natalie on a school stage during a student concert in front of hundreds of children and parents]
Prime Minister: Right. So, not quite as secret as we'd hoped.
Natalie: Right. What should we do?
Prime Minister: Smile. Give a little bow. Wave.
Prime Minister: I'd like to go to Wandsworth, the dodgy end.
PM's chauffeur, Terry: Very good, sir.
[they drive to Wandsworth]
PM's chauffeur, Terry: Harris Street. What number, sir?
Prime Minister: Oh, God, it's the longest street in the world and I have absolutely no idea.
[the Prime Minister is knocking on doors to find Natalie]
Harris Street old lady: Aren't you the Prime Minister?
Prime Minister: Yes, in fact, I am. Merry Christmas. Part of the service, now. Trying to get round to everyone by New Year's Eve.
[the Prime Minister is knocking on doors to find Natalie]
Harris Street old lady: Aren't you the Prime Minister?
Prime Minister: Yes, in fact, I am. Merry Christmas. Part of the service, now. Trying to get round to everyone by New Year's Eve.
Prime Minister: I'm not so sure politics and dating really go together.
The President: Really? I never found that.
Prime Minister: Yes, well, the difference is that you're sickeningly handsome whereas I look increasingly like my Aunt Mildred.
[on being introduced to Terence, the head of the Downing Street staff]
Prime Minister: I had an uncle called Terence once. Hated him. Think he was a pervert. But I very much like the look of you.
[the new Prime Minister has just arrived in Number Ten Downing Street]
Annie: Would you like to meet your household staff?
Prime Minister: Yes, I would like that very much. Anything to put off actually running the country.
Annie: Right, I'll just go get my things, and then let's fix the country, shall we?
Prime Minister: Yeah, I can't see why not.
Prime Minister: Oooooo, would we call her chubby?
Prime Minister: Ah, hello. Is, er, Natalie in?
Natalie: [coming down stairs] Where the fuck is my fucking coat?
[sees Prime Minister]
Natalie: Oh, hello.
Prime Minister: Hello
[Natalie runs up to the Prime Minister at the airport and leaps into his arms]
Prime Minister: God, you weigh a lot!
Natalie: Oh, shut your face!
[at Heathrow airport]
Prime Minister: God, you weigh a lot.
Natalie: Oh, shut your face.
Prime Minister: Hello, does Natalie live here?
Harris Street little girl: Oh, are you here to sing carols?
Prime Minister: No... actually, I...
Harris Street little girl: Please! Please sing Christmas carols! Christmas carols!
[pause]
Prime Minister: [singing] Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen / When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even / Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel / When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.
[little girl and her friends dance and cheer]
Prime Minister: Thank you. Merry Christmas.
[shuts the door]
BOX OFFICE :
Box-office France |
|
Semaine du |
Entrées |
Cumul |
3 au 9 Décembre 2003 |
290 429 |
290 429 |
10 au 16 Décembre 2003 |
213 057 |
503 486 |
17 au 23 Décembre 2003 |
145 891 |
649 377 |
24 au 30 Décembre 2003 |
118 543 |
767 920 |
31 Décembre 2003 au 6 Janvier 2004 |
94 581 |
862 501 |
Box-office démarrage Paris |
|
Mercredi |
Entrées |
|
3 Décembre 2003 |
15 169 |
|
10 Décembre 2003 |
8 977 |
|
17 Décembre 2003 |
5 267 |
|
24 Décembre 2003 |
2 714 |
|
31 Décembre 2003 |
3 755 |
|
Box-office Paris
|
|
Semaine du |
Entrées |
Cumul |
3 au 9 Décembre 2003 |
108 863 |
109 865 |
10 au 16 Décembre 2003 |
79 385 |
189 250 |
17 au 23 Décembre 2003 |
57 868 |
247 118 |
24 au 30 Décembre 2003 |
54 288 |
301 406 |
31 Décembre 2003 au 6 Janvier 2004 |
40 320 |
341 726 |
Box-office USA |
|
week-end du |
recette ($) |
Cumul ($) |
7 au 9 Novembre 2003 |
6 612 000 |
6 612 000 |
14 au 16 Novembre 2003 |
8 880 000 |
19 044 000 |
21 au 23 Novembre 2003 |
9 050 000 |
30 842 000 |
26 au 28 Novembre 2003 |
8 218 630 |
43 390 140 |
5 au 7 Décembre 2003 |
3 729 000 |
48 910 000 |
Credits : Imdb, Allociné & Cinemovies.
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