I am writing 40,000 words for uni this year.
I think I should write a few hundred that have nothing to do with uni, and nothing to do with Shakespeare.
Ill start with a mention of a film I watched a day or two ago, (which has been out for a while) - Lars and the Real Girl (2007).
I was suspicious of this film, probably on account of
i) Ryan Gosling (of The Notebook fame) being in the film
ii) it looks like a stupid comedy (man dates giant doll)
- or even worse - a disgusting comedy (man enjoys having sex with giant doll)
or iii) it taps into that cardigan, indie, small town thing Napoleon Dynamite esque thing (which pisses me off quite a bit) - (which begs the question - are these small American towns stuck in the 70s, or do these filmmakers just like brown cords and comb overs).
Anyway I was so wrong about this film.
The film was humble - the narration was economic - thoroughly dedicated to presenting a sincere narrative, not delving once into the anticipated token (meaningless) 'pretty' 'indie' snaps.
It was funny, but was so humane (not vacuous cardigan indie bullshit at all), the film was actually 'heart warming' (dare I use such a spew-worthy phrase).
The acting was of an amazing quality - led in particular by the strength of the two main female parts - Lars's fresh faced delightfully kind sister-in-law (Emily Mortimer) and his intelligent careful doctor (the sophisticated Patricia Clarkson).
Anyway I recommend anyone sees it if they haven't already.
Gosling, well done on yet another tear-jerker!
