My husband and I watched The Lake House for the nth time tonight. Every time we watch it, I cry. The feelings the film elicits from me are overwhelming love, joy, sadness, excitement, happiness.
We've seen the original Korean version years ago called Il Mare.
I always say my favorite movie is The Count of Monte Cristo. I think it's time to change my answer to this. Since I can no longer recall how many times I've seen this film. In fact towards the ending I was already weeping even before to the part where Kate discovered who drew the Lake House At Visionary Vanguard. It's because I remember what's going to happen next, I knew and I still wept.
The movie was done and my husband asked why am I still crying. It's 11 PM and I can't really think straight. I could have written a longer and meaningful one tonight. This will suffice, when I'm old and gray I'll read this and look back how much of a child I was watching a love story with time-transcending love.
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