This is what you do in california

I think I have adjusted to the time change; However, I did get up at 815 and I can't get back to sleep tonight. It's 1245 PST. 6 days in the state and finally I am close to being adjusted. This is not the point of posting.

The other night we watched The Lake House before falling asleep (move to California and the first movie is about people living in Chicago... at least they mentioned San Francisco in it)This is the movie with Keanu Reeves sending letters to Miss Congeniality, who happens to live two years in the future. Now the acting was fine (as far as I'm concerned, but hey I love Keanu). My problems lies in the time space meltdown this movie endures. I expect a little more from a man who went on an excellent adventure with his best friend in a telephone booth. *SPOILERS!* So they write letters Miss Congeniality tries to save some dude she sees get hit bye a bus and goes to her old house to comfort. The letters start when she moves out she leaves an piece of mail with a forwarding adress and a couple remarks. They play mail tag and eventually set a date to meet and Keanu doesn't show (by this point if you haven't figured out K man is the guy who got hit by a bus you don't deserve to watch poorly conceived time traveling pieces). So Miss Congeniality gives up on him only to realize that Mr. Reeves doesn't know to look both ways before crossing the street and tells him in a last second letter. She tells him not to cross the street and come meet her at the lake house at the very moment she drops the letter. What do you know, he shows.

Doesn't Keanu remember anything from his Ted Theodore Logan days? You do something in the past it will effect the future. So him not getting hit by the bus makes the her never go to the lake house, they never write letters, and the universe should probably explode. I thought maybe they were gonna go City of Angels on us and turn him into road kill but no, this is a happy movie. Estorgen laden women every rejoice in the fact that Neo and the racist wife from Crash get to be together anyways. Bullshit. Keanu must have some gambling issues, investment problems, or Sandra Bullock must have pictures of him doing a goat because I don't see him doing this movie. Who signs on for The Matrix, Constantine, and the Lake House. This just doesn't make any sense. This movie would make Einstein homicidal. This is what you do in California. Go crazy over the impossibilities contained in science fiction love stories.

Oh We also watch the Warriors... We Believe.

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