Let's face it. Keanu Reeves can't act. Don't hide it because he was Neo or Ted. He's what Hitchcock would have called "the stiff". Which brings us to A Walk in the Clouds, a mediocre romance film that contains the largest cast of stereotypical characters ever assembled in a film (excluding Night Patrol). The story is about a man (Reeves) returning from the war to his bride, who expects the world. You know what's going to happen. He goes to sell chocolates where he meets Victoria (Aitana Sanchez-Gijon) who is returning home from college with a surprise- she's pregnant. Hilarity ensues when Reeves' character offers to pose as her husband, then abandon her (why she didn't just tell her family she was abandoned we'll never know). What we get at the home is a collection of regular film characters: the pissed off all the time because his kids are stupid father, the wise old man, and the hot shit son. A Walk in the Clouds is dull as hell. Let's face it, I can watch PBS for wine making tips. Anthony Quinn is wasted as the wise gramps who doesn't really give any wise teachings. It's a pathetic film that scores on the fact that the guy from Speed is in a romance (putter, putter). This is sentimental garbage that defies logic at every turn.
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