Wednesday, June 21, 2006

The Lake House

I really enjoy reducing the traditional, mysterious and almost divine concept of love, to a pure bio-physical effect of some hormones (such as endorphin, serotonin, norephinephrin and later on, oxytocin) and genetic congruency but even if that’s the case, we’re missing a very important physical phenomenon here, called timing and the movie, The lake house, looks at this matter, within a remarkable, ingenious and amazingly strange love story.

Alex and Kate, a frustrated architect and a lonely doctor, write to each other everyday in a bizarre and seemingly long distance relationship where in fact two years time difference is what creates the distance. In this odd situation, an old mailbox, a dog and a breathtakingly beautiful lake house are the elements that connect them together and all these happen in Chicago, in front of a carefully picked backdrop of the most prominent buildings of this architecturally rich city. That’s all I can say about the story without revealing it more than what the trailer does.

The plot is well structured, cute and full of surprises and while it’s totally fictional, it strictly develops within its logical frame which makes it, although a bit hard to follow but quite believable. The screenwriter, David Auburn proves that with a little bit of imagination and talent, it’s possible to make something brilliantly unique out of a well worn-out genre.

As negatives, I didn’t appreciate the ending that much and the movie tends to get boring as it moves toward it. The dialogues about architecture, specially after all those impressive images, seem redundant and even pretentious. Performances are not impressive either but since neither Keanu Reeves nor Sandra Bullock are exceptional actors, I didn’t expect more. However, I enjoyed the performances of the supporting actors, Christopher Plummer and Shohreh Aghdashloo who is quite charming in this movie.

The lake house itself, which has been specifically designed and constructed for this movie, is to die for. During the film, I couldn’t stop fancying about living in this house for at least a full year. It’s artistically harmonious with the surrounding environment and voluptuously transparent and exposed.

Final word, I’m still a bit reluctant to call this movie a masterpiece or put it in my favorite list, but it’s a movie, definitively worth watching and absolutely satisfying by all means.

Bordelle Français!

You remember how every Bureaucratic procedure in Iran sucked? Today, I kind of understand why. The modern administrations have been imported to Iran from France and God, what a mistake it was. Like buying red wine from Norway!

Today, Sanam and I, went to Consulat Generale de France a Montreal to pick up our Visas. We were there at 7:00 AM sharp, and we were thinking about maximum an hour and half, two hours waiting. right? WRONG! It was, as French say, “un Bordelle!”. It’s even worse since if a Bordelle wants to work such disorganized, it will be bankrupt in matter of weeks!

It took us 2 hours in line, a breakfast, 2 hours of chatting and having coffee in 3 different places, some shopping, watching a bit football and half an hour walking in McGill College street, looking at beautiful models, who were practicing for the opening night of the Fashion and Design festival starting tonight for 5 days.

Exactly! 6 hours to get our visas stamped in our passports! Their printer had problem and the general consulate of France in Montreal, the second largest French-speaking city in the world, doesn’t have a backup printer!

Anyway, the cons: I missed 4 hours of training for the new software, our company has bought recently and I’m also dying from lack of sleep!

But pros: I really enjoyed this magnificent sunshine and delightful weather, with the company of the sweetest girl I know, according to everybody, myself included!

It’s good to skip work sometimes to somehow remember how days look like! Plus…I got my visa , and my ticket and now I’m looking forward to Arash and Mana’s wedding. I can’t wait to see all my dear friends from l’Auberge Montrealais, once again.…so Paris, here I come!