Once upon a time there was a man called Cleveland Heep. He works as a superintendent in a housing estate. He oversees. He cleans. He takes out the trash. He’s the kind of guy that you would trust with anything. He takes his job seriously and seems reasonably happy with his simple life. In the evening he goes to his little house where he lives alone. The little house is located next to the housing estate’s pool. Before going to sleep he writes a bit in his diary. Sitting in his comfortable chair he slowly falls asleep.
Outside is a noise — water splashing. He gets up, takes his torch, goes outside and shines in the water to see what’s there. His life will never be the same again.
I saw the teaser for Lady in the Water in the cinema for the first time. After it was over, a minute and a half later, I knew that watching the movie or seeing any of its other trailers could only ruin it.
This is the perfect teaser. This is perfection.
The music is perfect (Josh Groban — Mi Mancherai). The images are perfect. The lead role seems casted perfectly. It’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen. I know I won’t be able to resist watching the movie, but I know it can never match the trailer’s premise.