Movie: The Lake House

So on Friday night, Michele calls to say we've all had to deal with way too much reality this week, and off we went to the late night showing of The Lake House. I thought that I'd get lost in the parallel-universe-timing but I was surprised at how easily that was dealt with right up front, though things are choppy here and there. The story was so small and simple it felt very much like an art-house movie, with the people's lives a sort of gentle impression painted lightly on the lovely backdrop of Chicago architecture. Surprisingly subtle performance from Keanu Reeves (who knew he actually had a range?... also, he's starting to mature, so he's finally getting my attention) and Christopher Plummer is just as dreamy as ever, though I am growing suspicious of whatever diabolical source has yielded such enduring sex appeal. Sandra Bullock, eh, I could do without, but I feel that way about her almost all the time. Can't think who I'd rather have seen in her stead, and she does have that sense of human frailty but reliability about her that makes her very believable in this role.

And the dog is just wonderful.

But if the idea was to escape reality, I'm sorry to say that by the last heart-wrenchingly romantic scene, I was confronting my own realities all over the place and frankly was ready to open a vein then and there.