Movie Review from Rick’s Streaming Library: Notting Hill

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It was a tiny travel bookshop in West London. Just another day until the most famous woman in the world comes walking in. As she checks the store, her eye catches an ordinary man behind the counter, and she is quickly attracted to him.

It sounds like the setup for a joke — or a fantasy so implausible that no serious filmmaker should touch it. And yet, in 1999, a Welsh director, a Working Title script, and two of the most magnetic screen presences of their generation conspired to make exactly that premise not only believable but genuinely moving. 

The movie: Notting Hill, which grossed over $363 million worldwide on a $42 million budget, became the highest-grossing British film ever made at the time of its release, and launched a thousand arguments about whether Julia Roberts or Hugh Grant was the real reason people kept coming back. 

Today we're stepping through the blue door — past the orange market stalls, past the rooftop gardens, past all the very British fumbling and apologizing — to ask why this apparently slight romantic comedy has lodged itself so permanently in the collective imagination. Spoiler: it's not as slight as it looks.

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1. Plot of the Movie

William Thacker (Hugh Grant) is, by his own cheerful admission, going nowhere particularly fast. He runs a small, quietly failing travel bookshop on Portobello Road in Notting Hill, lives with the magnificently chaotic Welsh flatmate, Spike (Rhys Ifans), stealing every scene he inhabits), and has recently emerged from a marriage that ended with the dispiriting information that his wife left him for a man who was "just... better." He is, in short, the kind of person things don't really happen to.

Now, back to the famous girl who walks into the bookstore. Anna Scott (Julia Roberts) is not just famous — she is the most famous actress on the planet, a global superstar whose face is on billboards in every city on earth. She is in London shooting a film when she wanders into William's shop on impulse, and within minutes of leaving, a collision involving a carton of orange juice sends the two of them back to his flat to deal with the aftermath. One thing leads, improbably and delightfully, to another.

What follows is a love story that is also, with surprising honesty, a film about the sheer structural difficulty of sustaining a relationship across an almost incomprehensible gap in public profile. The film doesn't pretend the gap is charming or easily bridged. Fame, in Notting Hill, is not a glamorous backdrop — it is an active obstacle, a third character in the relationship, generating press intrusions, professional complications, and the constant low-level vertigo of never quite knowing which version of someone you're dealing with. When photographs of Anna surface from an earlier period of her life and William encounters them at a newsstand, the film doesn't let him — or us — look away easily.

The supporting cast is one of the great ensembles in British romantic comedy: 

1.      Gina McKee as the wheelchair-using Bella, whose quiet warmth anchors every scene she's in

2.      Tim McInnerny as Bella’s husband, Max

3.      Emma Chambers as William's scatter-brained sister, Honey 

The film builds to a press conference scene — one of the best-constructed romantic climaxes in the genre — before arriving at a conclusion so warmly satisfying that even dedicated cynics tend to find themselves smiling against their better instincts.

Trivia worth knowing: The role of William Thacker was written specifically for Hugh Grant by screenwriter Richard Curtis, who was at that point his close friend and creative collaborator. The blue front door of the house used as William's home became one of London's most-visited film locations almost immediately after the film's release — the actual resident eventually painted it black to discourage tourists. Julia Roberts, preparing for the role, spent time working incognito in a London bookshop to observe the rhythms of the job, reportedly going unrecognized for most of her shift.

Goof alert: During the famous garden scene where William and Anna sit together on a bench, the background extras reset between cuts — watch carefully and you'll spot the same couple walking past the gate twice from different directions in a single continuous conversation. 

Additionally, the season shifts noticeably and quite rapidly during the Portobello Road montage — the market goes from summer abundance to autumn leaves to snow and back again in the space of about ninety seconds, a deliberate compression of time that plays fast and loose with London's actual weather patterns.

2. About the Director

Roger Michell was, by most accounts, one of the most quietly gifted directors working in British film and television — a man whose name the public rarely knew but whose work they watched with consistent devotion. Born in Pretoria, South Africa in 1956 to a British diplomat father, Michell grew up across multiple continents before landing at Cambridge, where he read English and developed the literary sensibility that would characterize his best work. 

He trained at the Royal Court Theatre and spent years in theatre and television before arriving in film, bringing with him a director's instinct for text and performance rather than visual spectacle.

His television work — including acclaimed adaptations of Jane Austen's Persuasion (1995) and an early episode of Inspector Morse — demonstrated a gift for intimate, character-driven storytelling that translated beautifully to the material Richard Curtis handed him. 

Where a more commercially minded director might have leaned into the fantasy elements of the premise — the glamour, the star power, the fairy-tale mechanics — Michell kept the camera close, the performances grounded, and the emotional stakes real. 

That quality, a preference for the specific over the sweeping, runs through Michell's best work. His later film Enduring Love (2004) was a genuinely unsettling psychological thriller that demonstrated his range, and Hyde Park on Hudson (2012) and Venus (2006) showed a director who kept finding interesting ways into difficult, unglamorous human material. 

Peter O'Toole's performance in Venus, as an aging actor confronting mortality, was widely considered one of the finest late-career turns in recent British cinema — and much of the credit belonged to Michell's patient, unshowy direction.

Michell spoke in interviews about his debt to the theatrical tradition — his belief that the director's first job is to serve the actor and the text, rather than impose a personal vision on top of them. On Notting Hill, that instinct produced something remarkable: a film that feels simultaneously engineered for commercial success and genuinely personal. The British interiors are real. The emotional hesitations are real. The geography of Notting Hill — the market, the communal garden, the slightly faded grandeur of the terraced houses — is rendered with the affection of someone who knows and loves the place.

Sadly, Roger Michell died in September 2021 at the age of 65. His passing was mourned quietly in the industry, as the loss of genuinely talented, non-self-promoting people often is, without the fanfare his body of work arguably deserved.

3. What Drew My Interest in Wanting to See This Movie?

Notting Hill was not a film I expected to take seriously. Romantic comedies in the late 1990s occupied a particular cultural position — beloved by enormous audiences, slightly condescended to by critics, and treated by the kind of person who considers themselves a serious filmgoer as pleasant but essentially disposable entertainment. I came to this film with a version of that prejudice fully intact, armed with skepticism and fully prepared to be charmed in a frictionless, forgettable way.

What changed my mind was Julia Roberts. This is not a controversial observation — Roberts was at the absolute apex of her powers in 1999, radiating the particular quality that true movie stars possess and that is almost impossible to manufacture: the sense that the camera is slightly in love with her, and that she knows it, and that she finds it faintly amusing. But what surprised me was how much the film asks of her, and how completely she delivers. 

The scene in which Anna, having been publicly humiliated by the press coverage of her old photographs, appears at William's door and is turned away — his parting line lands on her face like a blow, and Roberts does something complicated and completely wordless in the three seconds that follow. It is, genuinely, great screen acting, and it recalibrated my entire relationship to the film.

Then there was Hugh Grant — doing the thing that Hugh Grant does better than almost anyone, which is play a particular kind of decent, self-deprecating, terminally inarticulate British man with such precision and warmth that you entirely forget it is a performance. 

Grant has been underrated as a comic actor for most of his career, partly because he makes it look so natural. The scene in which William blunders into a film set press junket and improvises his way through a series of interviews as a journalist from Horse & Hound magazine is a small masterpiece of physical and verbal comedy.

But what truly cemented my interest was the film's willingness to sit with the pain of its central relationship — to let things go genuinely wrong, and to take its time acknowledging that going wrong in this particular way, with this particular gap between the two people involved, makes a specific and serious kind of sense.

4. What Can We Learn from This Movie? The Takeaway

Notting Hill presents itself as a fantasy — and it is one, in the most literal sense, since the probability of your local bookshop owner falling into a sustained romance with the world's most famous film actress is, let us say, not high. But the best romantic comedies use fantasy as a delivery mechanism for things that are actually true, and this one is no exception.

The film's most honest and underappreciated insight is about the nature of fame and what it does to human relationships. Anna Scott's celebrity is not presented as an uncomplicated advantage. It is isolating, dehumanizing in subtle ways, and productive of a specific kind of loneliness that ordinary unhappiness cannot quite match. 

When Anna delivers her quiet, devastating monologue — "I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her" — the film is not simply giving us a swoon-worthy romantic moment. It is making an argument about how fame strips people of the permission to be vulnerable, and how rare and precious it is to find someone in whose presence that permission is restored.

William, for his part, represents something the film values deeply: the courage of the genuinely ordinary. He is not secretly exceptional. He does not have a hidden talent that eventually dazzles Anna or proves his worth on her terms. He is kind, he is decent, he is capable of being hurt and of hurting others, and he has the good sense to eventually recognize what he stands to lose. 

His simplicity is not a flaw the film asks us to overlook; it is, the film insists, precisely the point. Anna doesn't fall in love with him despite his being ordinary. She falls in love with him because, in his presence, she gets to be ordinary too.

That is, quietly, a radical idea — that the greatest gift one person can offer another is not excitement or glamour or transformation, but the safe and steady ground of being truly seen. A generation of audiences recognized something real in that idea, and they made this film enormous. They were right to.

Final verdict: Warmer, smarter, and more emotionally honest than it has any obligation to be. ★★★★½

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