Release Date: 2007
Runtime: 107 minutes
The words on the back of the box describe this film as "moving," which is ironic because that's exactly the opposite of what it is. While I'm sure they paid off some critic somewhere to call it the "feel good comedy of the year," Lars and the Real Girl is anything but. When you combine a somewhat lacking plot with Ryan Gosling's somewhat lacking acting skills (Did anyone see Fracture? "I'm Willie Beachum I never lose a case!" Good news everyone, Ryan Gosling 2.0 comes with detachable come and grease for the perfectly styled hair-do for disguising shitty acting). And don't anybody mention The Notebook, or I'm gonna hurl: The ladies can pine all they want, but in my opinion it's hardly real acting if it's a played out ideal (Such as ideal love). By definition ideal is unreal. If you want to be a good actor, you better be seriously conflicted about your shit. Which appears to be what he's going for here. Unfortunately for Gosling you could probably watch the movie for the mannequin and have a better time.
But seriously, why wouldn't I want to watch an hour and 47 minutes indie/emo flick about a guy who brings a town together by learning love from a mannequin? It's not even about the plot. All that aside, the main reason the film bothered me is because by the end I just didn't care what happened. Bothered is the wrong word to use here. If I was bothered that would actually be an upgrade from what I felt. There's just not really much to say here. The film doesn't really provoke any meaningful thought processes, mainly because it's predictable and there's a definite lack of ability to relate with the main character. Sorry to beat a dead horse here, but the film is about a serious internal struggle on the part of the main character, and I'm just not feeling brought in at all. I can't feel for the main character because I don't get the main character. And don't try to blame it on the nature of the disorder: you can't make a movie about a psychological struggle where a man drags a mannequin all over town and ends up finding love all with long shots of bland scenes on a wide angle lens and then call it art. You can't relate to the characters because the entire film is set up (poorly) for this main theme, which you can see coming from a mile away. On a brighter note, Paul Schneider and Kelli Garner's acting almost made the movie worthwhile... But that's like saying a tugboat could carry the titanic back from the depths. All joking aside though, bang up job there: I could relate to some characters in a film desperately seeking any actual legitimate expression.
Calling this film a comedy/drama would be misleading, because that would give moviegoers the impression that they're going to laugh and cry and be generally moved during the course of the film. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or stare at the wall instead. Because when Hollywood writers think of gimmicks and then try to force exorbitant amounts of feeling down your throat, the opposite occurs: a hollow feeling filled with how pissed off you are that you rented this film over braving the moviegoing crowds to see The Dark Night. I give this film a -$2 rating. I want some money for my time. Thank God Adam payed for the rental.
