When I decided to re-watch Love Actually this year, I made myself a promise: you will not ruin this.
There is nothing, nothing that can take away from the magic of a surprise performance of 'All You Need Is Love' at a wedding - even the fact that the man who organised it is a proven stalker and/or predator.
There is nothing that can ruin an awkwardly translated proposal from Colin Firth to a young Portuguese woman - even the fact that they've not yet had a conversation. Of any substance. In a common language.