Love Again: Proof That Rom-Coms Have Fully Given Up—And Honestly, I’m Here for the Trainwreck

Let’s get something straight: I’m not above a cheesy rom-com. In fact, I thrive on them. I’m the first one crying into my popcorn when two emotionally unavailable people realize they’ve been in love this whole time—usually in a rainstorm, preferably with dramatic background music. But Love Again? This movie doesn’t just flirt with cliché—it gets drunk, texts cliché at 2 a.m., and shows up at its door in the morning wearing nothing but poor decisions and plot holes.

The setup? Mira (Priyanka Chopra Jonas) is grieving her dead fiancé by doing what every emotionally overwhelmed person does in 2024: oversharing to the void. Only instead of posting cryptic Instagram stories like the rest of us, she’s sending heartfelt texts to his old phone number. Sweet? Slightly unhinged? Both.

Enter Rob (Sam Heughan), a man so aggressively single and emotionally available that when these grief-drenched texts start showing up on his new phone number, he doesn’t block her, call his service provider, or—you know—file a police report. No, Rob just… starts falling in love. With a woman he’s never met. Based entirely on her trauma-dump text messages. Dude, are you okay? Blink twice if you need therapy.

And because this movie wasn’t already teetering off the edge of reality, here comes Celine Dion. Playing herself. But not just herself—Cosmic Love Oracle Celine Dion. She floats through scenes like some bedazzled Cupid with a Vegas residency, casually dropping life-altering romantic advice between humble brags about her new album. And let’s be clear—this isn’t a cameo. This is a full-blown Celine Dion side quest.

By the third act, I had completely surrendered to the chaos. There’s a public declaration of love that would absolutely get you escorted out of a building in real life. There’s a grand romantic gesture so unhinged it makes Love Actually look like a documentary. And through it all, Celine Dion is basically standing in the corner like some sparkly, French-Canadian Gandalf, blessing the lovers with every dramatic vocal run.

Does any of it make sense? Absolutely not.Did I eat it up like a $30 charcuterie board at a bad first date? You’re damn right I did.

Love Again isn’t here to redefine the rom-com genre. It’s here to light the rulebook on fire, pour a glass of red wine, and scream-sing its feelings into the night. It’s messy, it’s ridiculous, and it’s wildly self-aware in the way only a movie that exists entirely to promote a Celine Dion comeback album can be.

So if you’re looking for subtlety, realism, or characters with a healthy understanding of personal boundaries—keep walking. But if you want to witness a cinematic fever dream where love triumphs over logic and Celine Dion quite literally saves the day? Pull up a seat.

And remember: When life falls apart and you’re one bad decision away from texting your ex, ask yourself—What Would Celine Dion Do?

Spoiler: She’d belt out her feelings at full volume and steal every scene. You should try it sometime.

~smy