David Yate’s The Girl in the Café, a made-for-HBO movie, was incred­i­bly cute, and my heart­strings were indeed pulled, but I couldn’t shake the sense the love story was wrapped around the real pur­pose of the film: expli­cat­ing the issue of extreme poverty to help warm the pub­lic up for Live 8. Of course, I feel like a bas­tard for crit­i­ciz­ing this aspect of it. Plus, the age dif­fer­ence between Bill Nighy and Kelly Mac­don­ald was so icky that, for­get about dis­agree­ing over whether to bat­tle or defer to stub­born politi­cians, it’s an issue unto itself.

Actu­ally, it’s a per­fectly charm­ing and lovely movie, I’m sorry.

Reyk­javik should hereby pass an ordi­nance decree­ing its name shall hereto­forth be spo­ken only in a Scot­tish accent.