I Know Kung Fu

I love Netflix.

I've started a run of Keanu Reeves flicks. Not because I think he's a great actor, but simply because I can. I've started with the Lake House and will move on to Constantine, and probably Bill and Ted after that. A good friend of mine, a guy, enjoyed the Lake House so I did not hesitate to put it first on my list.

I was not let down. I enjoyed the sci-fi/romance slant. For some reason, it received mostly bad reviews. A central vein for the negative reviews was the idea that there were inconsistencies with the plot. Some things were apparently hard to follow as well. My favorite part of this is that suspension of disbelief is steady for the entire premise of the movie "magic mailbox that opens to the future/past", and yet some plot points that weren't fully developed. . . that's just too much, apparently.

I liked it. I really did. The soundtrack had two Nick Drake's and a Paul McCartney. . . how could it be bad?

I can relate in a way. At least to one aspect of it. The idea of waiting, waiting, always waiting is something that seems so very real in my own life.