- Alas. One drawback of the internet. Even the less intellectually inclined can state their opinion.
This is one of the most beautiful films I have ever seen. It's obvious that this reviewer lost her heart and soul somewhere in cup of instant noodles. Assigning logic to an obvious fantasy grounded in obvious real-life struggles and desires is simply a ridiculous route to take. No wonder she never got there.
You doubt that a book would stay put under a floor for two years? Maybe if it were 200. Laugh! Graffiti remains, uncrumbled or washed for two years? Laugh! The tree scene... aaahhhh let's not fall into the beauty of the act or the music or the rain or the silly romantic indulgence of planting a tree, my god, a tree, instead of sending a box of condoms through the mailbox with a markered "I Heart U" on the side and some breath mints. Let's wonder why it grew so fast! The dog, my dear, does not travel through time or leap the continuum or get double-fed. Nonsense. Alex owns her first. She ends up with Kate when Alex gives her to Morgan. Ho hum. He stood her up at Il Mare? Gee I wonder why? Death is a pretty good excuse in my book. The lout. Ha!
Keanu's Alex is the kind of man that *smart* women want. One who heeds the interior, bubbling desire men are known to radically suppress for a real bond with a woman, something deeper, like a lake, instead of skimming the surface in a speedo.
This film brags two of the most romantic scenes on film today. People in the theater were crying their eyes out, sniffling, rubbing their noses, twisting in their seats. Did you watch it alone Ms. Gadette? Between phone calls and emailing? When Alex breaks down after the death of his father, which I'm sure you just forgot to mention when you were putting Keanu's acting in short pants, women *and* men "let it out" -- whatever they had inside that just like the man on the screen.
This couple has no idea what they're doing! If they did it would ring false. We don't have all the answers in real life, Ms. Gadette. That is false advertising in too many movies. Nearly all of them in fact. We don't use our guts enough. We don't listen to our hearts or inner voices, the ones we quashed when we grew bigger. The ones that kept us from falling when we walked along the fence top. If we did, if we could do it more now, we might be happier.
Agresti's direction is oh so *light*, in counter to your impatient and empty metaphor. Oh so light. Butterflies dancing. Drawing back and forth, gliding in circles, hugging and distancing your eyes and your mind alternately like lovemaking. Sandra Bullock is luminous. She is fruit-sweet and wine-warm and cheese filling. Keanu Reeves is not a patented, sweeping knight out of a cartoon. He is a man who wants to love, does love, learns from his mistakes, reaches out, keeps his shirt on, keeps his promises and shows us what to look for. God help us to find it, eh?
Your inability to grasp not only the plot but the heart and soul of this story is a depressing and woeful testament to the loss of everything that is soft and faithful in women. The sad loss of knowing what to look for in a permanent, transcendent relationship.
I hope you sit down and watch it again, openly. (Posted on November 6, 2006, 11:23 am paige)