Morbid fascination

I have to admit to having a bit of a morbid fascination with bad acting. I saw a preview the other night for "The Lake House," with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. Part of the clip involved Keanu Reeves talking to a friend: "I bought a house. It is on a lake," delivered in his standard monotone voice. Even though John begged me to change the channel, I had to keep watching. There's something about bad dialogue coupled with bad acting that's just like a train wreck: you don't want to look, but you just can't help yourself. If anybody goes to see it, email me. I'm interested to know if they kill off either of them at the end (which, if the director was true to the original movie, he would).