See, gang, this is why I don’t usually go to Truro when I go to the Cape, though if I’m going that way I’d rather hop a ferry to Martha’s Vineyard. Anyways, look, that’s not the point.
I might be holding too much against The Beach House; I don’t know what Jeffrey A. Brown’s financial situation was as far as what he could afford to shoot, and I don’t know if the problems I have with the movie are a product of Not Enough Funds or Not Enough Script In General. No idea. Could be either. But my driving issue with this film is actually a big compliment, because I didn’t want it to end when it did: Too soon.
You can read my full review over at Paste Magazine.
