Lake House, its not so bad.

Lake House…. Well it is not the best thing I have ever seen but it is not at the bottom of the list either. I’ll try not to spoil it for everyone who might read this. This film is your typical boy meets girl but wouldn’t you know something is keeping them from being together. Que emotional rollercoaster. Seeing as I am not your stereotypical macho man, I like being led by the heart for 2 hours. So even though Nikki hated this film and ruined it for me (see below “pillow fight”), making it hard to be completely objective, I appreciated the attempt to create a more suspenseful plot line. If you don’t know Sandra Bullock is the girl and Keanu Reeves is the boy in this film. Similar to most roles, Bullock does a good job. On the other hand, Keanu Reeves actually breaks out of his robotic mold. In this film you actually see him struggle with his emotions. Brilliant! So I guess for all you out there that can actually let Calgon take you away and enjoy a movie as entertainment, I would recommend Lake House. I would classify it as your atypical chick flick, and in my book that’s a good thing.
Matt

Lake House - spoiler rant thing

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