Lars and the Real Girl: a movie review
Keep forgetting to write this up. Early last week, we saw a screening of Lars and the Real Girl, a cute experiment in surrealism. Lars, a lonely fellow living in his ancestral garage (his brother and sister-in-law live in the house), one day shows up with his new girlfriend, but everyone else thinks his woman is actually a life-sized rubber doll. Lars talks with her, enjoys her company, and makes something of a life with her. And in time, the community comes to accept her, too (of course, remember that this is fiction, so acceptance of the outre isn't necessarily difficult).

At first, it's insane; then it's sweet; and finally, it's kind of moving, as Lars and Bianca's relationship progresses. I don't know that it's a blockbuster you have to run right out to see, but I did enjoy it.

The following night, we saw Gone Baby Gone, a police procedural/private eye flick with enough twists and turns for the twistiest mind, but I can't really recommend it. I just didn't enjoy it; didn't feel it was terribly believable. That makes two Casey Affleck films in a row that were too long and tedious and didn't grab me. In each case, he seemed to do a very good job with the character he was given, but the film was just no good. Poor guy.