Review of Life as a House (2001) by Jared M — 25 Feb 2011

Everytime aging Kevin Kline glooms over the welcoming sea and remembers when his wife loved him and holding his toddler son in the sand, laughing and crying, and then that music hits for five solid minutes, I just know, like telepathically that my grandmother is watching this same movie on t.

V. and crying her eyes backward into her head, except she also hears the hateful, offensive rock soundtrack and so she silently judges it while she weeps.