It is easy to enter into The Lake House with trepidation – America’s good girl, Sandra Bullock, re–partners with one–time fellow bus passenger Keanu Reeves, for a mystical love story that is a remake of a no–doubt superior Korean film. If this wasn’t a film review, this would be a perfect time to rant about the pathetic Hollywood trend of remaking and sanitizing brilliant foreign films, but alas, back to the film itself. The leads hold their own as successful singles time–sharing a striking glass vacation home, but — here’s the metaphysical twist — in different time periods. Exchanging correspondence each day, they fall in love, coming to realize the tragedy of their bizarre temporal bind. The script, by Pulitzer–prize winner David Auburn (whose film adaptation of his play Proof suffered from similar over–Hollywoodization) is overly sappy, but has intelligent dialogue and builds the central relationship beautifully. And Christopher Plummer, still a magnetic presence, is worth the ticket price alone.