
the poster is done as such, coz he was indeed living 2 years apart from her... and they never met.. well, they did.. or rather, he did see her and he knew how she looked like.. but she didn't... she didn't know who he was.. but he belonged to a part of her memory 2 years later, when she recalled the incidents 2 years ago..
wikipedia was supposed to save me from tearing but it did not.. i can honestly tell you that your heart just cringed up... when you see keane reeves standing by the window, looking at the fireworks in 2006.. when you see sandra bullocks finding the book 'persuasion' under the floor boards..
and indeed, how can one wait for someone he/she has never met.. but he did... he waited for her.. 2 years seem like a long time but he said "i'll wait.. and we'll meet.. tomorrow.. 2 years from tomorrow.." oh man!! i just love this movie, even though it has received bad reviews.. it's so much like casanova.. a classic that i will love and will want to buy the vcd to watch it again and again.. fine!! i'm pathetic when it comes to such good tear-jerking movies.. =P
and it has a good promotional theme song.. 'somewhere only we know' by keane.. oh man, great song with a well-made trailer.. sue me for being biased!! =P
on a sidenote, how did i end up watching this movie? well, you see... all my brilliant plan of watching helen, the baby fox fell apart.. well, the movie was sold out with only one seat left.. so after much delibration with yoshie, sei & florence, and while racing against time too, we decided to settle for the lake house.. well, guessed sei was the only one who was bored through the movie but was too nice to complain.. gawh!! yoshie and me were in the 'no!! oh no!! it's can't be like that' mood.. well, we never talked through the movie but could sense it coz she was seated next to me.. and yes, we were in the front row!! front row.. thank God there's no volcano lava flowing down on me this time round..
oh gosh!! i love the lake house.. now, i wanna watch the original korean version of it.. il mare..













