Saturday, June 30, 2007
Robert Plant 'Nine Lives Sampler'
I recently watched Stranger Than Fiction from Netflix. I somehow knew that I would enjoy it. I was intrigued from the very first trailer that I saw. The idea was fresh and piqued my interest. It kind of got my attention the same way that Being John Malkovich did. It seemed so odd that it had to be good.
I wanted to see it in the theaters, but it didn’t work out and it slipped by. After having the DVD in my possession for about a week, I finally slipped that bad boy into the player and watched it.
Will Ferrell refrained from running around naked or in his underwear in this film… A “comedic” tactic that he’s been driving into the ground. In Stranger Than Fiction, he plays it straight and he plays it well. He’s a strong dramatic actor and this film shows that.
Harold Crick (Ferrell) is a fastidious IRS agent living a life of great dullness until he realizes one morning while brushing his teeth, someone is narrating his life. Funniness ensues and Crick’s life drastically changes.
As it turns out, Crick’s life is being written out in a novel… A novel that he needs to get out of because the ending isn’t to his liking.
Stranger Than Fiction is smart, sweet, funny, and a damn good drama… I just didn’t like the ending. I’m sure if some Europeans wrote and directed the damn thing, I’d like it much better. European made films tend to be a little darker and more realistic. A little more refined than the classic Hollywood Frank Capra types of films that unravel with unbelievable happy endings.
For the record, I have never seen It’s A Wonderful Life. I’ve just seen enough to know that I didn’t like it and never bothered with it again.
Do I recommend Stranger Than Fiction?
I sure as hell do! It’s a great film filled with all kinds of gems. It’s just the ending that I didn’t dig… You may feel differently.
I gave it 4 out of 5 stars on Netflix. And as usual… The Netflix buddy call out… email@example.com
I know this is a rather short update… I’m still feeling very tired and I’m still missing some sleep. And to top it off, I drank quite a bit of alcohol last night at the Friday @ Five with Stratocruiser up on the Kress Terrace.
I’m waiting on a load of laundry to finish up its rounds in the dryer. And next on the agenda… The changing of the bed linens!
Ahhhh…. The exciting life of the Self-Proclaimed Bad Boy of Rock 92.