Which Underrated Films Feel A Lot Like Love?

There are movies that whisper love and feel like someone slowly handing you a warm cup across a kitchen table — quiet, intimate, and forever memorable. When I think of underrated films that give me that exact feeling, 'Once' always bubbles to the top. I caught it in a cramped indie theater on a rain-soaked Tuesday and left humming the songs for days; there's something about two people making music together that turns collaboration into courtship. 'Like Crazy' sits nearby in my heart for similar reasons: that messy, real ache of long-distance romance and the tiny, meaningful rituals like patchy Skype calls and tucking a note inside a suitcase. Both films make love feel tactile — a shared chord, a folded shirt, a voicemail you re-listen to until the edges of the memory fray — and I find myself revisiting them when I want to remember how small gestures can become entire stories.

On different nights I drift toward movies that make love feel like letters or slow-building habit. 'The Lunchbox' hit me one evening when I was half-cooking and half-daydreaming; the film turns the mundane act of sharing a meal into a long-distance intimacy, a rapport stitched together with notes and recipes. There's a tenderness in the way two strangers learn one another’s rhythms through food that felt more romantic than any grand confession. 'Certified Copy' does something stranger and more delicious: it teases out the layers of a relationship until you aren’t sure whether the characters are pretending or remembering — love, here, is as much skepticism as devotion. Watching these, I find myself scribbling lines in the margins of a notebook and touching the page as if the words might be warm.

Sometimes love in film is less about declarations and more about architecture and silence. 'Columbus' taught me to notice the way people stand in doorways and how a shared admiration for buildings can become a form of courtship. I watched it on a lonely Sunday when winter light slanted through my living room blinds; the quiet, patient conversations about space and care felt like falling in love with someone’s interior life. For a more uncanny tone, 'Only Lovers Left Alive' is a late-night companion: it's not your typical amorous story, but the devotion between two centuries-old beings — their rituals, playlists, and mutual exasperation — reads as a deep, weathered tenderness. Those movies make me want to brew an extra-strong cup of tea, put on a vinyl record, and think of someone who understands the strange little obsessions that make me, me.

Finally, I have a soft spot for films that turn grief into an odd, persistent kind of love. 'Weekend' is raw and immediate, a film where two people collide in a way that feels both urgent and honest; it made me sit very still afterward, aware of how fleeting meetings can leave permanent marks. 'Wings of Desire' is older and poetic — it renders longing itself as a visible, almost tangible thing, and watching it once made me walk home slower to feel the city breathe. If I had to give one piece of advice: watch these on a night when you can linger afterward. Let the quiet scenes settle; make a playlist, write a letter you never send, or simply notice how your chest expands and contracts with tiny, film-shaped loves. They won't always look like romance in the movies you grew up with, but they’ll feel like someone remembering you correctly, and that, to me, is the loveliest thing.