One of our most common romantic notions is that of destiny, the idea that there is in fact one perfect soul mate out there who we are fated to meet. Most of us get this notion drilled out of us the hard way, through a couple of failed, bitter, find-all-your-stuff-piled-outside-the-door relationships, but the illusion is remarkably persistent. Like the afterlife or change in Washington, it's something we have a deep need to believe in, even if we know better.
"The Time Traveler's Wife," opening locally as "Kimi ga Boku o Mitsuketa Hi," is one of those films that infects us with such beliefs — a romantic tearjerker that aligns itself entirely with the notion of predestiny. I bet if you asked director Robert Schwentke what "free will" is, he'd tell you to go see that kids movie about the whale.
In what is basically the chick flick version of "The Terminator," Eric Bana plays a guy named Henry with a genetic disorder that causes him to occasionally and randomly flash backward in time, which is nowhere near as cool as the genetic disorder that allows you to shoot power beams from your eyes, but like I said, this is a chick flick.