Life, uh, finds a way.
These are my least favorite kind of bad movies--the ones that *seem* like good movies. They think if they get an actor we've heard of and surround him by sage-seeming old guys, a teary-eyed woman, throw in a lifeless color palette, and aggressively-dramatic score, that we'll all *feel* like we're watching a good movie. And then, for good measure, have...everyone...talk...so...slowly...so it seems like they...have...something...important...to...say.
It's a little insulting.
If you strip it down to its plot, this is basically the…