Film review by Colin Fraser STRANGER THAN FICTION |
When Harold Crick starts hearing a voice inside his head, he does the only thing he can. He decides to find out who's talking about him. | score 3+ |
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Cast Will Ferrell, Emma Thompson, Dustin Hoffman, Maggie Gyllenhaal Director Marc Foster Screenwriter Zach Helm Country USA Rating / Running Time M / 113 minutes Australian Release February 2007 Official Site (c) moviereview
2006-2007
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Imagine
you wake up one morning with a voice narrating your life. It’s talking about
you, not to you, and no one else can hear it. That’s the rather unique problem
facing Harold Crick, a problem magnified by his therapist who insists he’s
going nuts. The problem suddenly escalates when Harold learns from his narrator
that he’s going to die. At this point, the delightful Stranger Than Fiction has the idiosyncratic appeal of Charlie
Kaufman and the techno-quirky dynamic of Douglas Adams: an Eternal Guide to the Spotless Galaxy if you like. Will
Ferrell’s singular capacity is ideally suited to Crick, a constrained IRS agent
who learns of his plight around the time he falls in love with a woman he’s
auditing (Gyllenhaal). More enlivened characters bounce off his deadpan
delivery with relish, among them Dustin Hoffman and Emma Thompson. He, Dr Jules
Hilbert, is a professor of literature who helps Crick negotiate the story and,
hopefully, avoid an unwanted ending. Thompson is author Kay Eiffel who is quite
unaware that Crick even exists, much less the power she holds over him. Marc
Forster (Finding Neverland) keeps a
sprightly pace as Crick’s situation deepens. There’s a delicious wit at play
which doesn’t take all the chances that Kaufmann might, yet in exploring the
human dilemma of uncertainty and choice Forster’s excellent comic timing
shines. No more so then when Hilbert advises Crick to do nothing to propel the
story. As he watches appalling daytime TV, frightened of changing channels in
case it hastens his death, Crick’s house is attacked by a demolition gang.
“Dramatic irony – it’ll fuck you every time,” retorts Hilbert. // COLIN FRASER |