In “Truly Madly Deeply” (1990), a London woman has difficulty coping with the sudden death of her husband. Until she doesn’t. The end. Not sold? Sorry. I found it more of an interesting psychological study in mourning than a good love story. The paranormal hijinks are awkward. I think it was shooting for “Ghost” with a British accent, but missed the mark. The music is good. Alan Rickman (husband) is O.K., but could have been better. Sweet-faced Juliet Stevenson plays the widow and you’ll go away wondering why she wasn’t/isn’t in more movies (she does a lot of U.K. TV).