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...death sentence: he tells her she will die the following Thursday. At first, Lanie is incredulous, but when Jack’s other prophecies start coming true, dread and desperation seize her. As Thursday fast approaches, she begins to reevaluate her life and priorities with the help of Pete (Edward Burns), a camera operator at her news station with whom she has a rocky relationship...
Unfortunately clunky writing sinks Life. In particular, screenwriter John Scott Shepherd (Joe Somebody) has a cringe-worthy habit of using dialogue for exposition (“Remember when this happened? You know, right after Dad died?”). A conversation gimmick between Pete and Lanie that is cute at first becomes tired and lame by the fifth or sixth time it is repeated. Furthermore, with its uneven pacing, awkward dialogue, spotty acting and skeletal characters, this American Beauty wannabe fails everywhere the 1999 film succeded...
...when I showed up at Raratu Lodge, near Havelock North on North Island, ready to get down to the ranch and shear some sheep, proprietor Pete Hill was quietly amused. Forget New Zealand's shepherding heritage?nothing could get him to herd sheep, even if he had any. "Field lice," as he called them, were far too stupid and too prone to disease. Seeing my city slicker's crushed expression, he did offer me the chance to douse a few of his dairy cows with a de-worming bath, but the intermittent late summer showers ruled that...
...Pete explained that Raratu, a hillside haven of fast-growth Californian pine and olive groves, was more of a lifestyle farm. "A life-sentence farm, some would say," he added dryly. Still, guests can get involved if they like. Some help plant a few pines but most just use this as a peaceful base for visiting wineries and beaches...
...that night there was one important farming chore I could help with. Possums, the fast-breeding, vegetation-devouring scourges from Australia, were overly fond of Pete's young trees. Beneath a sky brilliant with stars, I swept the trees with a portable searchlight designed to mesmerize the marsupials mid-meal. In the space of an hour we found three, and with a light crack from his .22, Pete sent them to possum heaven. As much as I enjoyed helping out, I found possum-fur blankets a little hard to bear afterwards. Call (64-6) 874-7990 for reservations...