I have sworn on this board many a time that no movie would ever surpass the absolute suckiness that is "Windtalkers."
I was wrong.
"The Lake House" has done the impossible. I swear to God, this is the absolute ****tiest film I've ever sat through. It hits the trifecta -- plot, acting and script. They all suck absolute balls.
Since spoiling the plot might actually keep some of you from watching this ****, I'm gonna go ahead and consider what I'm about to post my public service for the week.
Here's what you're dealing with: A woman moves out of this lake house she's been renting and leaves a letter in the mailbox informing the next tenant to pass her mail on to her forwarding address. The guy who comes in behind her finds her letter in the mailbox and can't figure out what she's talking about, since he owns the lake house and no one other than his family has ever lived in it. As these two exchange letters, they figure out -- I SWEAR TO YOU THAT I'M NOT MAKING THIS **** UP -- they're living two years apart -- he's in 2004 and she's in 2006.
Un-by God-believable how bad this thing is. You spend the entire movie saying to yourself, "What the hell?"
It's simply unimaginable that a movie studio read this script and said, "Gold." Hell, it's unimaginable that anyone even put this **** down on paper and showed to someone else.
God, it's terrible.
I was wrong.
"The Lake House" has done the impossible. I swear to God, this is the absolute ****tiest film I've ever sat through. It hits the trifecta -- plot, acting and script. They all suck absolute balls.
Since spoiling the plot might actually keep some of you from watching this ****, I'm gonna go ahead and consider what I'm about to post my public service for the week.
Here's what you're dealing with: A woman moves out of this lake house she's been renting and leaves a letter in the mailbox informing the next tenant to pass her mail on to her forwarding address. The guy who comes in behind her finds her letter in the mailbox and can't figure out what she's talking about, since he owns the lake house and no one other than his family has ever lived in it. As these two exchange letters, they figure out -- I SWEAR TO YOU THAT I'M NOT MAKING THIS **** UP -- they're living two years apart -- he's in 2004 and she's in 2006.
Un-by God-believable how bad this thing is. You spend the entire movie saying to yourself, "What the hell?"
It's simply unimaginable that a movie studio read this script and said, "Gold." Hell, it's unimaginable that anyone even put this **** down on paper and showed to someone else.
God, it's terrible.