It's been so long since I've written a movie review, not due to a lack of movies in the world, but it's been awhile since I've made the time or felt I could do a movie review and not feel guilty about putting in any spoilers :)
Kay Eiffel:[narrating] This is a story about a man named Harold Crick and his wristwatch. Harold Crick was a man of infinite numbers, endless calculations, and remarkably few words. And his wristwatch said even less. Every weekday, for twelve years, Harold would brush each of his thirty-two teeth seventy-six times. Thirty-eight times back and forth, thirty-eight times up and down. Every weekday, for twelve years, Harold would tie his tie in a single Windsor knot instead of the double, thereby saving up to forty-three seconds. His wristwatch thought the single Windsor made his neck look fat, but said nothing.
They say reality is written by those who live it - - I'm not so sure about that - - but then there are a lot of things that we only know about because someone else came a long afterward and left a few messages much like the maid cleaning up after a rabid pack of hyenas run through the middle of their freshly cleaned house.
There is something that ticks inside of each of us though, and internal clock we set our day to without even thinking about it. Scary part is when the clock becomes louder than the rest of the world - we find the rut and become experts at running the course, listening to our own narration like a jogger's iPod playing the same song over and over again.
What would happen if a new narrator was chosen for your life, someone you never met - just short of the black box with a red button on it from the Twilight Zone, the upside at least you get to hear them plan your life/demise?
Such is the premise for Stranger Than Fiction. Life, love, and the power of a wristwatch are tested by book author Kay Eiffel, who is suffering writers block on how to kill off a main character, Harold Crick, in her latest novel.
There is something that ticks inside of each of us though, and internal clock we set our day to without even thinking about it. Scary part is when the clock becomes louder than the rest of the world - we find the rut and become experts at running the course, listening to our own narration like a jogger's iPod playing the same song over and over again.
What would happen if a new narrator was chosen for your life, someone you never met - just short of the black box with a red button on it from the Twilight Zone, the upside at least you get to hear them plan your life/demise?
Such is the premise for Stranger Than Fiction. Life, love, and the power of a wristwatch are tested by book author Kay Eiffel, who is suffering writers block on how to kill off a main character, Harold Crick, in her latest novel.
A strong cast, with a great plot and character development proved to make this one of the best movies I've seen in a very long time. I'm really starting to enjoy comedic actors that have started doing more serious films where they get to play the strait man of Abbot over just the craziness of Costello - both Jim Carey (Liar, Liar and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) and Will Ferrell have shown themselves to be so much better than I ever thought they were before.
I'd almost rate this one at a Pshent, but felt a little torn about the ending:
Rating: Realm of the Night-gaunts - Embraced, and looking for Bavarian sugar cookies.
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