Friday Movies: Lars and the Real Girl
Le bouquiniste dans la rue Mercer.
What I couldn’t figure out was why a film starring Ryan Gosling, with Emily Mortimer and Patricia Clarkson among others, about a guy who dates an inflatable doll was showing at the art houses. On the one hand, there was the weirdness factor – that made sense. On the other, there was the awful review in the Times (“100% pure calculation”). which made the movie sound untouchable by highbrow venues. Lars and the Real Girl was at least something of a puzzle going in, which nothing else showing at the moment was. So I got on the 6 and went down to see it at the Angelika.
Afterwards, I had a teeny tiny adventure, which I turned into a shaggy dog story as soon as I got home. I have been feeling my inner Maeve Brennan lately – although I have a long way to go before I’m as eloquent as the Long-Winded Lady.
¶ Left Behind.