Not only have I learned that "Love, Actually" is just a movie about people trying to shoot their shot...It's also a movie about people who are horrible at their jobs.
I've never been to a wedding reception, no matter how casual, where the caterer has the luxury of standing in the corner looking sad. Although we've established that Peter and Julia are the WORST, they still deserve a caterer who is going to make sure the day is perfect.
But here we have Nancy. She's not running around. She's not taste-testing the food. She's not screaming at the kitchen staff and calling them donkeys. Sorry, TV has conditioned me to believe that's what British chefs do. She's literally doing nothing.
So, I can understand Colin Friggin' Frissell's (oh, dear reader, you know his moment of reckoning is coming soon) confusion about her role in the festivities. And although Colin's come-ons are painfully awkward, and Nancy shouldn't have to tolerate it...
Perhaps she should take some of his constructive criticism about the food and not cater a wedding with hors d'oeuvres (yes, I had to Google how to spell it) that look and taste like, and I quote, "dead baby's finger."
Nancy, do your job.
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