Movie Review: Stranger Than Fiction

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Today's movie is "Stranger Than Fiction", the amazing story of a story which affects a man's life. Very literally. The very act of the book being written is affecting him directly, and unfortunately, will probably kill him.

Farell? In a SERIOUS role? What the hell? Erm... fairly serious, anyway. Will plays bumbling with a cleaner, less sarcastic face than Ben Stiller ever has. He's absolutely awesome as Walter Crick, the star of his own tragedy. Our author's quiet, sickly narration helps establish the movie in the place where it wants to be: a movie that SOUNDS just like a book. The tropes of literature are hung all over this place, and the movie mimics a book as much as it can throughout, which helps the 'plausability' of the stories immensely. Also awesome is Dustin Hoffman, Walter's advisor on his perdicament.

In the end, the movie is artful, like some literature can be, and a wonderful examination of how we treat fictional characters (and especially the duties of the author to tell the story). Funny, mesmerizing in place, and it really stuck with me, and held me at rapt attention through to the very end. Perhaps, this is a testament to the power of narration. At no point was I particularly lost. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It's now Farell's standard fare. This is grand.

I give it five out of five malfunctioning watches.