In 2003, film fans and Christmas-movie aficionados were introduced to one of cinema’s saddest groups of women ever assembled on celluloid: the American women of Love Actually.
For those who need a reminder, Sarah (Laura Linney) endured an unrequited crush on Karl (Rodrigo Santoro) that was doomed from the start, her attention constantly pulled away by her brother. And then there were the poor Wisconsinites, who were so cash-strapped they seemingly couldn’t afford pajamas or extra beds, yet so full of Midwestern goodwill that they opened their homes (and hearts) to any stranger wandering in from abroad.
