So, science has spoken: A crappy, sappy movie could save your marriage.
This is tremendously good news for "Winter's Tale," the story of 19th-century thief Peter Lake (Colin Farrell), who falls in love with a dying heiress (Jessica Brown Findlay) while robbing her house. He hears her play the piano, takes one look, falls hard, and wonders if there's anything he can do about her terminal illness.
"Is it possible to love someone so completely that they'll live forever?" Peter wonders.
Not as dumb a question as it sounds in the context of "Winter's Tale," a story sprinkled with snow and fairy dust. In this movie, animal spirit guides (a horse with gossamer wings) lead you to your destiny, shafts of celestial light illuminate the righteous path and demons work to prevent good people from bestowing their special, individual miracle on humanity (All of this probably played better on the page - the movie is based on the popular book by Mark Helprin).
One demon, played by Russell Crowe, means to kill poor Peter. It's a vendetta that extends through time and ends up in contemporary Manhattan, where a single mother (Jennifer Connelly) nurses a sick child.
Crowe's character, by the way, works for Lucifer, played by a superstar actor in a weird cameo that adds to his weird recent resume.
Which puts an unfortunate spin on the movie's central, mystical question:
Is it possible that when we've fulfilled our destiny, we may become a star?
Yes, with an agent who will put you in a movie like this.