Better than the best kiss you’ve ever had.

Hilary Swank may have two Oscars, but P.S. I Love You proves she has plenty to learn about romantic comedies.

Richard LaGravense's P.S. I Love You has plenty of sappy love-letter moments, but it's also a very touching and real-feeling look at the grieving process.

You get the strong impression that no one involved wanted to risk being labeled "depressing," so they inserted a lot of lame comic moments into a film that doesn't need them.

Swank gets it just right with a fine-tuned subtle expression of confusion, despondency and rage.

...the filmmakers mean well, but instead of a celebration of life, the whole thing seems like an extended wake.

It was Irish overkill. There didn't seem to be a chronological plan with the letters, so poor Holly is just forced to sit and wait to hear from her dead husband.

Talk about uneven. 'P.S. I Love You' is more uneven than an emery board, and every bit as grating when it misses its mark, which is more often than not.

For all his plain-speaking, down-homey affect, Harry Connick, Jr. remains something of a mystery.

It could have been better, but it’s good enough to be a solid girls’ night out flick.