I'd watch the vibrant Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana in anything, but The Time Traveler's Wife is pushing it. Based on the chick-lit bestseller by Audrey Niffenegger, the movie is Kryptonite for guys, pulling out every tearjerking stop to make us believe in the undying passion between Clare (McAdams), an artist, and Henry (Bana), the Chicago librarian she's loved since she was six years old and he appeared to her bare-assed in her family's garden. Does she pull out the mace and scream for daddy?
