In Stranger Than Fiction, Ferrell plays a quiet and self acutely aware IRS agent (AKA the taxman) Harold Crick, whose life is consumed and ruled by the numbers and routine he has imposed on himself. Not drawing any sympathy yet? Hang in there.
Like several a narrative driven film, this production options an gap voice over (Emma Thompson) that Harold begins to hear in his head whilst performing a precise horizontal toothbrush stroke for the nineteenth time. This can be the point where any traditional voice over currently becomes a key plot device, as it responds to every of Crick's actions as he carries them out.
Even at this time, no yelling or cowbell jokes.
Circk's thought processes then go through the processes that any of ours would, only if where our life previously would possibly have held no meaning, it is at least narrated by a soft and somewhat sensual English accent, as opposed to German. Or Botswanan.
Harold copes with the apparent madness to a point. Until...
Kay Eiffel: [narrating] Very little did he recognize that this straightforward seemingly innocuous act would end in his imminent death.
Harold Crick: What? What? Hey! HELLOOO! What? Why? Why MY death? HELLO? Excuse me? WHEN?
As several folks would react, perhaps, Crick visits the shrink (though I think I might by the 18th toothbrush-stroke). Once it's determined that he is not really insane, because the 'voice' is not suggesting something to him, or influencing him, he's led to literary professor 'Dave' (Dustin Hoffman). Dave concludes that Harold is the centre of a story, and his life (and death) is existing as it is being written. His conferences with Dave prompt him to choose whether his life could be a tragedy or a comedy, and judging by the developing and initially 'butting-of-the-head' relationship between him and a reluctant shopper, Miss Pascal (Maggie Gyllenhaal), a spunky, freelance baker who has no business dabbling with 'The Man', it is destined to be a tragedy. Impending death and all.
Aside from the book-among-a-film notion, Stranger Than Fiction may be a wonderfully sobering piece that poses the question concerning what would you are doing knowing death was coming back, and you'll literally hear it's morosely narrated approach?
Ferrell doesn't disappoint, and even implements a bit of his trademark naivety to the role of an unwitting literary focus who otherwise has nothing in common with the globe around him. Watching his awareness of the globe, relationships, and his own quietly held down dreams (in an exceedingly notably amusing scene, Harold has narrative facilitate getting a guitar) is like watching Bambi take her initial trembling steps, and if it doesn't a minimum of lightweight a flicker of inspiration inside your own personally dampened wick, I deduce you're a robot. From the future.
Admittedly, the ending initially feels sort of a cop-out (which I shan't provide away), but when realising that it may be the sole way to end such an existential mind bender, acceptance sets in, because it eventually does with Mr Crick himself.
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