Rom-Com Master Richard Curtis Is Still Trying to Prove That All We Need Is Love

Richard Curtis, the Typhoid Mary of incurable romantics, is not surprised that even though it is 9 a.m. on a weekday, Strawberry Fields, the memorial to John Lennon in New York City's Central Park, is crowded. And he's not bothered that the obligatory rumpled guitar-playing guy is doggedly torturing the Beatles' oeuvre for tips.

Richard Curtis, the Typhoid Mary of incurable romantics, is not surprised that even though it is 9 a.m. on a weekday, Strawberry Fields, the memorial to John Lennon in New York City's Central Park, is crowded. And he's not bothered that the obligatory rumpled guitar-playing guy is doggedly torturing the Beatles' oeuvre for tips.