Lars isn't just a movie. Lars is the movie. And the movie is Lars. And therein lies the brilliance of the film.Perfectly embodying its main character, Lars eschews any sort of connection between himself and the world that surrounds him. He doesn't want anything to do with that cute little Romance, trying so hard to give him some heart, nor does he pay attention to pesky Drama, trying to shake any sense of reality into him.
The closest entity he comes into contact with is Comedy, but I guess Lars was too dull, because Comedy ditches him a third of the way through, probably due Lars' tendency to wander aimlessly from time to time.
Where delusional Lars does find comfort in, however, is with the sudden arrival of Indie, all cool and hip, straight from the Internet, but, of course, everyone else knows this Indie's just as synthetic as the doll (plus, it's not even a real genre), and yet, everyone tolerates Lars anyway, just because that gosh-darn-nice Ryan Gosling tries so hard.
But so what? Lars just wants to work out his problems his own way, so let him be. At the end of it all, the comfort and warmth of the bargain DVD bin will be waiting for him, anyway.
Lars and the Real Girl: 5/10
2 comments:
Did you get the feeling that despite what the film wanted you to think, Lars was just as screwed up at the end of the film, if not more, than at the beginning?
Definitely. Except now, he's just as screwed up, but will inflict his angst on an actual person. Heart-warming stuff.
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