Truth is Strange
January 2, 2008
Stranger than Fiction.
I watched Stranger than Fiction last night and I really enjoyed it. Until I started thinking about it too much, that is. Thinking ruins everything.
I almost hate to admit I like Will Ferrell. I don’t really like him much in comedies (although Talladega Nights was pretty funny) and I hated him on Saturday Night Live (though that’s been pretty much solid suck since the late 1980s, and not his fault). But I do like him when he’s being earnest. I loved him in Melinda and Melinda.
And if you tell me you don’t like Emma Thompson, I’ll have you checked to see if you’re an alien or a zombie.
In terms of movies, there ought to be a way to turn off the “overthinking” section of the brain.
So did she actually get the book published? How could she, after knowing that everyone in it was real? Most of them wouldn’t have anything to complain about. The bus driver might, though. And Harold’s girlfriend might get pretty pissed off to find out their sex life was recorded in the pages - including her thoughts.
Way to ruin a perfectly good movie, brain.
