So I saw 'The Lake House' last night. And before you ask, I'll just say that the answer is "yes." Yes, I did have to turn in my manly parts at the theater entrance to gain admission to this film. That said, it wasn't nearly as cheesy as I had anticipated. As a love story between Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves (reteaming here for the first time since 'Speed'), the film is a pretty straighforward twist on the whole "boy and girl fall in love but the timing is off" scenario. Granted, here the timing problem is a little bit more complicated than usual -- Keanu and Sandra live in the same lake house two years apart and communicate via a magic mailbox. But it's essentialy the same thing.
Now it became evident to me early on that 'The Lake House' is all about showing that the power of love is so behemoth, such an unstoppable rebel force that it transcends even the fabric of time. And I appreciate that. It's a sweet theme, and it had half the audience weeping. But, having grasped this theme, I could see exactly how the movie was going to play out. Thus, I turned my brain to another question to pass the time -- namely, What's the deal with the whole magic mailbox?
Say Keanu writes and sends a letter on Feb. 14, 2004. That means Sandra receives it on the same date in 2006. So basically it's as if the two lovebirds live on opposite ends of Pangea circa the dawn of mankind and are carrying on a long distance correspondence, whereby one of their nomadic friends hoofs it back and forth across the super-continent just so Keanu and Sandy can keep in touch. I mean, two years seems like a fair estimate for crossing Pangea. The "postman" there would have to cover a lot of ground with no roads, vehicles or even footwear to help him, plus you have to take into account the various beasts that might try to eat him along the way. So that's one way of looking at it.
But although the date on which Sandra receives Keanu's letters is two years after the date on which he sends them, in real time she's actually getting the letters instantaneously. So basically, the question that has been nagging me since seeing the film is this: Is 'The Lake House' an overt indictment of the U.S. Postal Service's unreliability (mail a letter and it'll get there -- in two years!) or is it really glorifying the job that our postmen and postwomen do every day (mailing a letter is actually faster than email!). I am afraid, my friends, that I do not have the answer.
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