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A pretty soap bubble of a movie. It's lovely to look at and calming to watch, but don't try to touch it - it just might pop and vanish, right there in your hand.
This is a project whose elements, from concept to script to casting, refuse to follow the usual formulas, which is good, yet they never quite cohere.
New York Observer:
The pieces of the puzzle don't fit together to form a coherent or satisfying narrative, and all you're left with is a big, dumb 'Huh?'
Wall Street Journal:
I was hot to trot for the exit halfway through, but a dogged sense of duty kept me stuck in an endless present.
Even with a low-wattage pair like Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock, the concept is too touching to deny.
Instead of paying attention to the love story, you'll be staring at the capacious holes in the plot. While the premise might seem hard to understand, it's really not. It's just hard to swallow.
As soon as Kate lets drop that her favorite author is Jane Austen and the Nick Drake songs kick in on the soundtrack, you know this movie won't be taking any prisoners. Don't fight it with logic, because you'll lose.
Los Angeles Times:
A chronological brain-teaser confounding enough to keep you busy trying to figure out whether those holes are in the story or in your logic.
The film moves toward a spooky coincidence that canny viewers will predict in the first act. I wish I hadn't; it killed all the film's suspense and much of its dewy seduction.
Christian Science Monitor:
There is a germ of a good idea in the notion that an imaginary suitor can be more powerful than a real one. But director Alejandro Agresti isn't the man to pull it off.
The Lake House swamps its heart-aimed ambitions with too many head- scratching moments.
The Lake House may float your boat if you're starved for romance, but really, love deserves better.
Dallas Morning News:
The joy lies in getting there, with lush visual direction by Alejandro Agresti and appealing performances by Ms. Bullock and her old Speed co-star Keanu Reeves.
Kleenex won't be necessary for watching the wannabe weepy The Lake House, but some sort of pain reliever is essential - because trying to determine whether this time-travel romance functions logically will seriously make your head hurt.
Remember what a fun couple Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves were in Speed? Well, forget that.
It may have a nice view, but this is one house with a decidedly shoddy foundation.
Somehow, one thinks, your tear ducts will come away from this without incident.
New York Magazine/Vulture:
Those wishing to suppress real-life traumas may submit to the deliriously stupid romantic time-travel drama The Lake House -- I did and had a jolly time.
New York Daily News:
The time-warp romantic fantasy The Lake House is a puzzle that is maddeningly obtuse, emotionally overstretched and virtually absent a sense of interior logic.
New York Observer:
I have always felt that both Ms. Bullock's patented expressions of anguish and Mr. Reeves' stoical minimalism have been somewhat underrated.
Even for those who buy into the basic ideas, there are credibility gaps that The Lake House cannot surmount. And for those who attempt to apply logic to this movie, everything will come crashing down like a poorly balanced house of cards.
Enough of the plot and its paradoxes. What I respond to in the movie is its fundamental romantic impulse. It makes us hope these two people will somehow meet.
I couldn't spoil the plot if I wanted to, since I have no idea how it all ties together.
San Francisco Chronicle:
It's a delicate, hyper-romantic atmosphere, pensive and steeped in longing, that covers over the story's inconsistencies -- or at least offers enough distraction to make us not care.
Globe and Mail:
We also know the last time Keanu and Sandra shared the screen together. That was yesterday and Speed. This is today and Snail. I'm not betting on a tomorrow.
There's only one answer to this epistolary screen romance: Return to Sender.
The Lake House demands a serious suspension of disbelief, but if you accept it as a romantic bit of nonsense, it has its pleasures.
The Lake House is one of the more befuddling movies of recent years. The premise makes no sense, no matter how you turn it around in your head.
[The Lake House is] for profundity through multiple story levels that aren't fully realized.
Watching it is like being force-fed cotton candy laced with Xanax (or vice versa).
The Lake House has the sensibility of something conceived by Stephen King after an overdose of chocolate-covered cherries and valentine cards.