Well, folks, I've just seen this movie last night at three am, as we (the humanity) changed to summer hour (yay) and I felt too jet-legged to sleep. Lars And The Real Girl is an independent flick starring one of the most prominent members of the Canadian Gorgeousness Brigade, none other than Mr.Ryan Gosling. The rest of the cast doesn't really matter, except maybe that annoying chick who was in Woody Allen's Matchpoint.
Before I talk about the movie, let's have a little chit chat about El Ryan. He's somewhat low profile, yet he received an Oscar nomination with Half Nelson, another excellent indie movie where he played a schoolteacher with drug abuse problems. He's also been a leading actor in, according to my book, one of the best (yet cryptic) films ever made in the history of cinema,Stay, together with Ewan McGregor and Naomi Watts. He out-hopkined El Hopkins in The Fracture, he made an endearing, unforgivable role in The Notebook, a romance flick made especially for lovely sensitive girls like myself to enjoy while eating their Haagen Dazs, and of course, embodied the Young Hercules in the TV series, thus setting an important landmark in how hard rock abs-ness and unbelievable overall physique-ness should be portrayed on TV. Word.
Lars And The Real Girl gives a wee bit more socially acceptable alternative to the solitaire gentlemen activity we've been dissecting in the very previous post. Yes, Mesdames et Messieurs, it's about a fellow who had a relationship with a blow-up doll. Now, that's hilarious. I can't hide it to you, I found it ridiculously absurd. Yet, somehow Ryan made it all believable. Actually, I'm not gonna lie, folks, Ryan was the only good thing about the movie. With another actor, say, Ashton Kutcher, I bet it would have gone down the I Know Who Killed Me road.
Ok, let me explain myself to you. This guy, Lars (Ryan Gosling) had aggravated psychological disorders. Ever-since Bianca arrived into his life, aka the blow-up doll, he started to feel more secure in the social environment of this little provincial town. So he took the doll with him everywhere, introducing her as his girlfriend. And everybody, including the priest, was understanding enough to play along with the charade, in order to help him cure his problems. Now, if in that little town there were people like me, or some of you I know there (yeah, you!), Lars would be fucked, the poor bastard. But, as I said, he was so lucky to be in such a loving, non-prejudiced community of people, who helped him throughout his darkest times.
Anyway, I wouldn't say the movie is a must-see, but neither would I say stay away from it. It's either way you please. Glad I could help. :-)
