My Finnish grandmother died of cancer far too young a couple of years before I was born. She is transcendently beloved for my older siblings. She is so very alive in their hearts and memory. I have never had a presence like that in my life, and as a child I leapt at any bit of her memory anyone described.
My Finnish great-grandmother, also beloved, died of the same cancer within weeks of my grandmother.
I would hear little things…
The Lake House Drinking Game
Sip:
1) Keanu talks to an inanimate object
2) Unnecessarily dramatic camera angle
3) Sandra wears capris
4) Keanu wears a blazer over a t-shirt/hoodie/turtleneck
5) Anyone wears a turtleneck
6) You recognize an outfit you wore in 2006
7) They sit/stand/walk in the same spot the other has just been
8) Keanu is earnest*
Gulp/Finish the Drink:
1) Keanu cries
2) Someone says, "It's about waiting."
*only if you want to get drunk
Maybe it's because I was raised feral in the woods. Maybe it's because when I look at any tree, I immediately see a distinct living entity. Maybe it's because I would love to hop on a zoom call with Léa Seydoux and Tony Leung and talk tree.
But, I loved this wholly and thoroughly.
I was lying beneath a lovely gnarled backyard apple tree today and dragged myself away to catch a bus to see this film.
There is a…
Remember that time in the early 2000s when Mark Ruffalo was the go-to guy for high-concept romantic comedies? What a time to be alive.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
1) I deeply apologize Malakie for suggesting we watch this.
2) I cannot believe they BillSkarsgård-baited me only to quickly smash his head to bits.
3) I paid for a Bill Skarsgård is sinister movie, not a Justin Long is unendurable movie.
4) I cannot believe in the year of our lord 2022 we are making horror films in which the most brutal death was reserved for Andre, a Black homeless man who helps the lead only to be torn…
