While writing this review, I became unstuck in time. Suddenly, I was seeing stars on Halloween 1988 in New York City, then shooting off to Australia to meet people in February 1993 followed by Christmas caroling edged with snowflakes in 1974 West Virginia. Before I knew what I was doing, I was watching The Hunger in a Manhattan screening room in 1983. And then Chicago, briefly, in the 1990s, don’t know exactly when—July something. The women kept changing. But they were the same in that they all married someone else, not me. What’s up with that?
Was it something I said?
Or more likely done (or maybe not done or will yet do)? I blame time travel. You see, in studying time travel romance (as presented in this movie), I have discovered/will discover that going missing at (in)convenient times can stress a relationship. “Honey
, can you take out the trash?