But here is my issue with the entire thing - rom-coms are the wrong way round. They should begin with the hero promising his love-interest the moon on a stick and proclaiming her to be the most striking vision of gorgeousness he has ever beheld. By the end his gestures of adoration should become subtler, yet more meaningful, if they were (as the tone of these movies appears to claim) in any way based on reality. Because when you REALLY love someone you offer to take the bins out even though you don’t really feel like it, or pick them up a packet of Maltesers on a whim.