I wasn't very interested in seeing this to tell you the truth. There was a solid chance I was going to have to miss the end of a Yankee game to watch this movie, so I was against it from the start. As it turns out, I didn't. Still I thought, "If I have to watch this, at least it's not a time-traveling-mailbox-movie." But it was still going to suck, right? First scene honestly got me with the hook.
The movie was based off of the book, and 99 times out of a 100 the book is better than the movie, so take it for what it's worth. This movie has an interesting slant on time travel. Eric Bana (Henry) travels through time when he has emotional extremes - highs and/or lows. This is a story of not only the time traveler Henry, but his wife Claire (Rachel McAdams), obviously. The interesting slant is that although the time traveler knows certain events of the future, and certain events of the past, there is seemingly no butterfly effect, no resulting change in the timeline.
It adds to the suspense of the story, even in its film format. Unfortunately it also leads to some creepiness. An adult Henry appears in the woods behind a juvenile Claire and begins his relationship with her that way. Yeesh. There is also a scene where an adult Henry travels to the future to visit his wife at an older age and they smash. Awesome for her, but in the movie he seemed to be somewhat annoyed about it. Don't hate the player, hate the game - of time travel bitches.
Overall, the movie wasn't terrible. Not going to lie. Eric Bana time travels and leaves his clothes behind, so ladies, saddle up. Dudes, trust me, sign on for a few seconds of Bana-ass to get some solid McAdams side boob and ass. HoLLa! So honestly, for all you boyfriends out there, there are far worse chick flicks I've sat through than this one.
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