Lake House, or rather Sleepless in Seattle, I mean You've got Mail... Yes another tale of love spans time, space, or whatever; and conquers all. Please, please tell me that I didn't just guess the whole plot of this story in the first ten minutes. Stop trying to cover it up, I did unravel the whole thing in ten minutes, for which I got into a brief pillow fight for sharing my insight. Sorry to all of you who are not wanting the story spoiled, I already spoiled it for you. Just close your eyes about ten minutes into it and take a wild guess... you'll probably be right. Oh, as I crossed my fingers and hoped for a twist that would prove me wrong I recalled that this was a Hollywood, feel good movie. Yes we MUST have a happy ending; god forbid we wake from our dream to realize there is not love or happily ever after; not in a world of buy, sell, I needed this yesterday, me me ME... Yet the beauty of this, and films like this, is we forget, we forget that we just paid too much and we sold our souls to coca-cola for a catheter of death juice at the counter. We forget that we are fat, shitty, and lazy; for two hours we become love and we are loved. Then we leave more depressed than ever, wondering where our next score of escapism will come from. We are a culture of addicts; addicted to lies and broken promises. When you leave this movie and you feel depressed, just remember that somewhere in a country far away unhappy endings happen and the world is a better place.
Nikki
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