Cozy encounter with a movie produced five years ago, The lake house, I like this movie very much.
I haven't read the introduction, I haven't read the movie reviews, I don't know the actors, and some are just recommendations from friends a long time ago.
"Waiting" was a good fit for me, plus the so-called time travel, parallel universe.
I never thought that the two-year difference in time and space, a very short feeling, is enough for this love story.
Remember the comrade on Saturday, remember the tree in the rain, remember the memoir that went to the past, remember the earliest red scarf. These experiences build a bond between two people until both parties say the promise of I love you.
The male protagonist has a girlfriend, twittering, maybe not a girlfriend, but unfortunately our male protagonist doesn't care about her at all.
The heroine has a boyfriend, who takes good care of her girlfriend, loves her, and plans her future, or his future. However, the distance between the heroine and him is very far. As far as these two supporting roles are concerned, they are very sympathetic to this boyfriend named Morgan. Actually Persuasion was talking about him. Although he also appears in the heroine's life intermittently, even though the heroine tries to live with him, just don't work.
This is life.
PS: Attach letters
dear new tenant,
welcome to your new home, as the previous tenant, let me say I hope you'll like living here as much as I did. I filed the change of address with the post office but you know what a crapshoot that can be. So if anything slips through, would you do me a favor and forward my mail? I'd appreciate it. My new address is below. Thanks in advance. PS: sorry about the paw prints by the front door. They were there when I moved in . Same with the box in the attic.
Dear Ms. Forster,
I got your note and I'm afraid there must be some kind of misunderstanding. As far as I know, the lake house has been empty for several years. Maybe your note was intended for the Sandburg house down the shore since no one has lived in this house for years. But I'm curious about the paw prints.
Dear Mr. Wyler,
I'm very familiar with the Sandburg cottage and I can guarantee I never lived there. I'm old-fashioned, but I don't think a cottage should be over 6000 square feet. So let me try again. I used to live at the lake house, then I moved. Now I live at 1620 North Racine in Chicago. I'd appreciate it if you would forward my mail if you get any. Oh, by the way, it's 2006. Has been all year, ask anyone.
Dear Ms. Forster,
I went to 1620 North Racine, and it's not there. It's just a construction site. From the pictures it looks nice, but not for another 18 months. What am I missing here? Maybe you got the address wrong, because you got the date wrong too.
Ok, my mystery correspondent, I get it. Just in case you really are where and when you think you are, you'll need this. There was a freak late snow that spring and everyone got sick. So plenty of rest, lost of fluids. Doctor's orders.
Can this be happening?
Why not?
Impossible, I know. Not possible but it's happening.
Where am I?
The lake house.
I'm a doctor, dedicated to curing the sick. At least, trying to.
I'm an architect. I like to build. And while I wouldn't say my current project is ideal it allows me to be here, in this place, and that's enough for now. But tell me something. If you're working in a hospital in Chicago now where were you before, in my time?
Two years ago, in your time I was working in internal medicine in Madison.
Tell me about the future. What's it like in the year 2006?
I'm afraid the world's pretty much the same. Of course, we all dress in shiny metal jump suits and drive flying cars and on one talks anymore because we can read each other's minds. But the truth is, man from the past not much has really changed in 2006. Speaking of the past, though, I've been thinking about the paw prints. How is that possible?
Well, I think we have the same dog.
Oh, yeah? What's yours like? According to the vet, mine is eight years old in my time, six in yours. She's skinny, has sad eyes, snores, and sleeps like a person. I don't know why, but I call her Jack.
Sorry I haven't made it to the mailbox lately. It's been a long week. All night shifts.
Good to hear from you. I thought you left me. You should know that you're my only connection to the future.
How come we never talk about the things we like?
Well, let's see. Reading the classics to Jack.
Who's his favorite?
Dostoyevksy.
For me, this city, on a day when the light is so clear that I can touch every detail, every brick and window in the building I love. Come on, take a walk with me this Saturday. Let me show you.
You're crazy. Why are you going through all this trouble for me? No trouble. Summer's here.
Okay, your turn. Favorite things.
Where to start? Okay. When I smell the flowers before I see them. When it starts to rain just as the picnic is ending. And I love the smell of Jack's paws.
You didn't forget to mention your husband, did you?
Well, of course I love my husband, who is also a doctor. Plastic surgeon for small farm animals.
Good I've got eight children, and none of the them look like me. I'm worried, Kate. I would be too. I'm single.
Me too.
Number 27. She's a beauty. My father used to tell me she was the grandma for all the houses in the city. He used to take me on walks like I'm taking you now.
Alex?
Kate?
I wish we could have done this walk together.
Long days, these days. I just worked 30 hours straight. Every time I stop to take a breath I realize how isolated I've let myself become. Believe me, you can get a bit desperate. It's not that I'm complaining, I love my work. And our tour through Chicago opened my eyes to its beauty. But my heart still misses the lake house and its trees. I miss those trees so much.
Don't worry, Kate. We'll be together in time . Even if we're far apart, I'll find a way to be close to you and take care of you.
My dearest Mr. Wyler,
Are you willing to play a game with me? Two years ago today, I was taking the 145 train to Madison from the Riverside station and I forgot something there. It was a gift from my father. If you find it, can you please put it in the mailbox? It would mean a lot.
Yours, Kate.
Kate, I found it. I have it with me. One day I'll get it to you. Trust me. I know how important it is to you. You might not remember, but we saw each other. At least, I saw you. You never told me how beautiful you are.
Well, maybe you saw somebody else. That was a bad hair year for me.
Long brown hair. Gentle, unguarded eyes.
Okay, okay, okay.
You saw me.
But I still don't know what you look like.
Well, why don't we just get together in the future and you can let me know what you think.
It's a date. Okay, why don't you call me July 10th, 2006 at 9:05 pm
It was you. Why didn't you say anything?
You would've thought I was crazy or drunk. Or both.
Yeah, but I liked you. You should have said something.
How? You were with your boyfriend.
You know what? Excuses, excuses. You are a coward.
I'm not a coward.
Oh, really? Well, what about your girlfriend.
What? I told you already she's not my girlfriend.
He's not my boyfriend either.
Oh, really? Well, what is he, then? Your brother?
We have a comedian. What'd you have, a clown for breakfast this morning?
Wonderful, our first fight, you could write a song about it and go sing it in San Francisco.
There's something I never told you, Kate. You see, it was my father who built the lake house. I mean, with his own hands. And it was a long time ago, before he was famous. when he still had a family and worshipped my mother. Her name was Mary, and the house was a gift for her. She was smart and funny. She could have done anything, but chose to take care of my brother and I and help him build his career. You see, the more successful he became, the more impossible he was to live with. Finally, she just couldn't take living with him anymore. She left him. Within a year, she got sick. Unfortunately, she never learned how to stop loving him . He wasn't at the funeral. When I asked him why. He said, “She was dead to me the moment she stepped out of the house.” And then he gave me one of his architect-of-the-year grins .
I'm so sorry, Alex. I wish somehow I could be there with you that we could sit together and look out over the water and the light in this house your father built. I could be a shoulder for you like you've been for me. And tell you that everything is gonna be okay. If I could do one thing for you today, from here, one small, simple thing from the future. I hope this is it. It won't be published for a couple of years but I don't think you should have to wait that long. I hope it helps you know how much you were loved.
I want to meet you, for real this time.
pick a place. I'll be there, I promise. Tomorrow, what do you say?
But, Alex, it won't be tomorrow for you. You're gonna have to wait two years.
I know, I don't care. I'll wait.
Are you sure? I don't know.
I do. I've never been so sure of anything in my life.
Ok. I'll see you in two years, then.
See you tomorrow, then.
Kate, where would you like to go?
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You weren't there, you didn't come.
I don't understand. Something must have happened. I'm sorry. I've got two years, Kate. We can try again.
No, Alex, it's too late. It already happened. It didn't work.
Don't give up on me, Kate. What about persuasion? You told me. They wait. They meet again, they have another chance.
Life is not a book, Alex. And it can be over in a second. I was having lunch with my mother at Daley plaza and a man was killed right in front of me. He died in my arms and I thought: It can' t be end just like that on Valentine's Day. I thought about all the people who love him. Waiting at home who will never see him again. And then I thought: What if there is no one? What if you live your whole life and on one is waiting? So I drove to the lake house looking for any kind of answer. And I found you. And I get myself get lost. Lost in this beautiful fantasy where time stood still. But it's not real, Alex. I have to learn to live the life that I have got. Please don't write anymore. Don't try to find me. Let me let you go.
Alex, I know why you didn't show up that night. It was you at Daley Plaza that day. It was you. Please, don't go. Just wait. Please. Don't look for me. Don't try to find me. I love you. And it's taken me all this time to say it, but I love you. And if you still care for me, wait for me, wait with me. Just wait, wait. Wait two years, Alex . Come to the lake house. I'm here.
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