For the quality of memory..

Obviously quite indulgent to reply to one's own, albeit concise and pithy, previous post. But quite in keeping with the construction of this film's plot, I hope you'll agree.
I mostly post about films i've just finished watching on (gasp!) television. So the box office stats and the meta-score don't mean all that much to me. Ditto the 'best/worst film ever' type posts with all their requisite adjectives, comparatives and hyperbole/gusto involved.
Often I will read other reviews here before the film has started as I'm cautious about wasting my time. There was a minor, and one significant, 'spoiler' posted previously. I wasn't all that fussed to be honest. I guess it might have stole some gravitas or synergy from the unfurling story, but not really. Good stuff tends to stand up by itself all the same.
This is a enveloping and truthful film that is 'self-aware' of the potential for mawkishness or deep sentimental poignancy. Suffice to say it bears those crosses with both deprecatory and assured poise. Of course, one is rarely unaware of the suspending of one's own disbelief.
Minor spoiler, the melody from David Gray's "This year's love" is rather chimingly recurrent in the soundtrack. I suppose some things do stand the repetition.
Supplemental spoiler, Richard Griffiths and Richard E Grant both get choice cameos. One of which is an apposite lap of honour on a good innings - to mix metaphors.
Also, Lindsay Duncan is always a necessary fixture if a story is to be conveyed well.
Finally, I post on here because I am often moved by films for which I would have liked to have shared the experience with close friends and/or loved ones who were unavailable at the time. This one of those occasions.

My God it's full of stars...