I wouldn’t be surprised if Mark doesn’t rush out to see this film, considering his history with Will Ferrell movies (see Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby or Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy), but this film certainly wouldn’t be what he expected. In fact this film isn’t anything like Ferrell’s previous outings, and hardcore fans of his overwrought humour may be disappointed.
The main reason why this film works is that it isn’t afraid to take its time. I can’t remember the last Hollywood film that relaxed and let a movie amble along at the rate of the performances. Usually we’re treated to one compressed scene after another in quick succession, but here the languid pace means that in some scenes we have time to truly relish the strong performances. Unfortunately this ‘technique’ or lack thereof is equal parts blessing and curse, as there are a couple of dud scenes that drag on too long.
The film never gets quite as cerebral as it would like to be, but there are some lovely discussions about the nature of fiction, particularly in the scenes with Hoffman. Part of the film’s charm is its self-effacing nature and willingness to point out the absurdity of certain plot elements. If nothing else it illustrates how multitalented director Marc Forster is, considering he also did Finding Neverland, Stay and Monster’s Ball.
This isn’t Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but it’s a welcome addition to the Ferrell repertoire. He performs admirably as the socially inept Harold, and some of the film’s more tender moments find an utterly sincere Ferrell welling up with tears (though many of the audience did giggle). Overall this film is a nice surprise, though I can imagine it may disappoint ardent Ferrell fans and his presence may perhaps deter some who would love the film.