The Lake House
(2006)
How many great screen couples are there in
modern cinema? Are there any? Hanks and Ryan worked one time only, but twice
was too much. Likewise Roberts and Gere. I’m not sure it’s because audiences
don’t want to see stars with chemistry fall for each other all over again.
Rather, there doesn’t seem to be much enthusiasm for reunions. Keanu Reeves and
Sandra Bullock don’t, at first glance, seem as if they should be joining the
ranks of successful movie partnerships. But they have two (well,
one-and-a-half) under their belts, and if they continue to pick offbeat
material I’d be quite happy to see a third encounter.
There’s one significant factor mitigating
against a liaison viewers can get behind; the mere mention of Reeves’ name is
greeted with howls of protest over how he can’t act. It’s an understandable
accusation, particularly for anyone who’s seen Dracula. But the secret with Reeves is casting him to his
strengths. He isn’t the most comfortable of screen presences. While he is
always likeable he carries a slightly aloof air, self-conscious but with a
fuddled earnestness. Give him a role such as Neo and it fits like a glove. Or
the lead in A Scanner Darkly, where
his dazed discordancy reflects that of the audience. During the ‘90s, he
progressed from Bill and Ted stoner
to intermittent action star (or elements of both in Point Break). His first encounter with Sandy Buttocks was in 1994’s
Speed, a monster hit that no one
really expected. There was an undeniable spark between Reeves’s cop and
Bullock’s plucky bus driver, even if the romance angle was subdued.
Bullock’s generally been seen as a romcom
girl, a contender to Julia Roberts’ crown, but her outright successes in the
field have been limited (While You Were
Sleeping, The Proposal). She has
a generous screen presence, be it in dramas or utilising her gifts as a
comedienne. It’s this easygoing openness that has led many to unfairly dismiss
her talents, but generally it’s her choice of roles that have let her down.
Reeves is usually a bit to rigid and unresponsive
to invite identification in romantic roles. Maybe it’s the warmth that Bullock
exudes that enables this one to work. The
Lake House uses a similar long distance courtship idea to Sleepless in Settle, but here there is a
science fiction twist. Via a magic mailbox, Reeve’s architect in 2004 is able
to communicate with Bullock’s doctor in 2006 (both occupy the titular residence
during the different periods). It’s a daffy premise, remaking South Korean
picture Il Mare and also owing
something to Frequency, but Argentine
director Alejandro Agresti approaches the whimsicality with uncomplicated
matter-of-factness.
That Bullock and Reeves become aware of,
and accept, this device in short order is one of the strengths of an
economically-told tale. Agresti uses a variety of techniques to have the
characters (actually) meet or exchange conversations outside of mere
back-and-forth voiceovers. Most of the time logical objections that spring to
mind over the set-up are addressed in some shape or form, and the occasional
tricksy flourish (the planting of a tree) is sweet rather than sickly. There’s
a twist you can see coming, but it doesn’t hamper the enjoyment of the journey
(this is the second time I’ve seen the movie, and it still works for me – is it
really seven years old already?)
Unless the Back to the Future-type
paradoxes it throws up distract you, that is. This is one occasion where such
an element doesn’t hugely bother me; tthe thrust of the film is its romance,
not the logistics of the reality it creates (a movie such as Looper concerned me much more in
retrospect, where it’s premise invites interrogation more overtly). Yes, it falls apart logically (or
requires extensive theorising as to how it may
actually make sense), but the entire film is built upon a magic wand device.
It’s interesting, however, that critics appear to have savaged the integrity of
this movie when there are other far more worthy targets of paradox peeves.
The
supporting cast does good work, although Ebon Moss-Bachrach, as Reeves’
brother, has the slightly pained nervousness of his generation’s Andrew McCarthy.
Christopher Plummer is an ubiquitous presence lately, but one you’re nevertheless
always glad to see. He and Reeves work surprisingly well together as estranged
father and son (although some of the lines reek a bit; “He could build a house. But he couldn’t build a home”). Lynne
Collins (of John Carter) plays a
would-be squeeze. And there’s an endearing hound that is crucial to the plot.
So… I wouldn’t usually give a movie wantonly
flourishing time travel paradoxes a free pass. Not when it makes zero attempts to
justify the (il) logic of its plot devices. But I find myself doing exactly
that with The Lake House. It’s an
appealing romance, agreeably performed, and as such your heart will likely win
out over your brain. Either that or you’ll throw something at the TV in outrage
at its stupidity.
***1/2
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