Every now and then a movie comes along that restores your faith in humanity.
I was down in the dumps yesterday, just a combination of a bunch of things that resulted in a deep blue funk that had plagued me most of the day. Okay, most of the week. Anyway, my Mom called and wanted to go see The Break-Up. I'm not a huge Jennifer Aniston fan, but Cole Hauser is in the movie so I considered it, but I just wasn't in the mood to watch a couple slam each other for two hours. I talked Mom into The Lake House instead. I needed a good love story to cheer me up. I was not disappointed.
This movie is one of the best I've seen in a long time. It seems most love stories these days are told in a romantic comedy, but this was the first one that has come along in a while that just told it straight out, in such a new and interesting and magical way that you were drawn in immediately and held that way until the very end, wondering if it would all work out in the end and not sure if it could, but pretty sure that even if it didn't the ride had definitely been worth it.
I left the theatre already calculating how many times I could see it again with the spending money I had left, and realized I hoped it came out on DVD soon, because I couldn't wait to make the purchase.
My blue funk had evaporated, I came to a few conclusions about some things that had been bugging me, and my step was a little lighter as I made my way back to the car.
In the end, Mom was glad we made the switch in movie choices. I was too.