Blessed by the Potato

I hate the way he yells randomly. I hate the way he thinks saying things louder make them funny. I hate his penchant for male nudity. I hate his terrible, forced acting style. I even hate his awkward, lanky stance.

But I loved Stranger Than Fiction. In it, he played a mostly straight character: a mildly bumbling, obsessive-compulsive IRS agent… who hears voices. Specifically, one voice narrating his life. Aside from the odd bit of yelling at the sky, his usual shtick was happily absent.

The movie itself was actually really well done: surprisingly in many aspects. The pacing was very good and even, which is a bit surprising since as a comedy/romance/drama coming in at two hours there was undoubtedly pressure to cut it down to one and a half. The writing was also quite good, a welcome surprise since quite often movies about authors have rather terrible narration. With this one though, I think if you closed your eyes and listened to some of the narration, you could easily see it working quite well in a novel. Even the effects were well done, somewhat unusual for a film that really didn’t even need them in the first place.