With its premise reading more like a rejected pitch for a Deuce Bigelow sequel than the foundation of what's now an Oscar nominated screenplay, Craig Gillespie's Lars and the Real Girl is a gentle comic delight.
Buoyed by an admirably vulnerable lead performance from the perennially impressive Ryan Gosling, Lars charts the journey of self-discovery unwittingly undertaken by an introverted office worker following his internet purchase of a high-end 'real doll' - a lifelike and anatomically correct silicone companion typically employed for you-know-what. As written by Six Feet Under's Nancy Oliver, what could otherwise have been a crude and lowest-common-denominator numbskulled sex farce instead becomes a moving reflection on loneliness and rebirth. Thanks to the sensitivity of Gosling's portrayal, Gillespie's film never falls prey to the affected preciousness a less accomplished performer may have laid thick on the unusual role, instead remaining tender, poignant and endearingly atypical much like its odd leading pair.
Lars' life-lacking lady-love (the half-Danish, half-Brazilian religious missionary, Bianca, he tells) proves the catalyst for her man's emotional reawakening. That Bianca is never here forced to consummate his doting adoration speaks volumes as to the isolation intrinsic to Lars, rendering his flat-out belief in her breathing humanity all the more richly compelling. Effectively fulfilling the role of imaginary friend, Bianca grants Lars what he's never allowed himself: a loving, trying and emotionally complex relationship with another adult human being.
That Bianca is decidedly perceptible, however, provides the film the heart of its drama, with Lars' neighbours and loved ones faced with the unusual dilemma of whether or not to accommodate the town's newest resident. A lively ensemble of secondary players flesh out the town's incidental denizens with aplomb, with the ever-excellent Paul Schneider laying claim to the bulk of the laughs in a droll supporting turn as Lars' incredulous brother. As his compassionate wife, Emily Mortimer is a tirelessly nurturing presence, softly persistent in her efforts to coax from Lars even the most basic of social interactions, while Thumbsucker's endearing Kelli Garner shares one of the film's sweetest scenes with Gosling and a debilitated teddy bear. Patricia Clarkson lends empathy and class as Lars (and Bianca's) physician, embodying the ethos of the production as a whole by refusing to treat our deeply troubled hero with derision irrespective of the absurdity of his condition.
Gillespie's work here is delicately nuanced, taking a sincerely original script and crafting from it an elegant and moving modern fable. Detractors may scoff at how things play out, but for most, Lars and the Real Girl will prove a winningly charming and acutely human tale of love and catharsis... through sex dolls.
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Buoyed by an admirably vulnerable lead performance from the perennially impressive Ryan Gosling, Lars charts the journey of self-discovery unwittingly undertaken by an introverted office worker following his internet purchase of a high-end 'real doll' - a lifelike and anatomically correct silicone companion typically employed for you-know-what. As written by Six Feet Under's Nancy Oliver, what could otherwise have been a crude and lowest-common-denominator numbskulled sex farce instead becomes a moving reflection on loneliness and rebirth. Thanks to the sensitivity of Gosling's portrayal, Gillespie's film never falls prey to the affected preciousness a less accomplished performer may have laid thick on the unusual role, instead remaining tender, poignant and endearingly atypical much like its odd leading pair.
Lars' life-lacking lady-love (the half-Danish, half-Brazilian religious missionary, Bianca, he tells) proves the catalyst for her man's emotional reawakening. That Bianca is never here forced to consummate his doting adoration speaks volumes as to the isolation intrinsic to Lars, rendering his flat-out belief in her breathing humanity all the more richly compelling. Effectively fulfilling the role of imaginary friend, Bianca grants Lars what he's never allowed himself: a loving, trying and emotionally complex relationship with another adult human being.
That Bianca is decidedly perceptible, however, provides the film the heart of its drama, with Lars' neighbours and loved ones faced with the unusual dilemma of whether or not to accommodate the town's newest resident. A lively ensemble of secondary players flesh out the town's incidental denizens with aplomb, with the ever-excellent Paul Schneider laying claim to the bulk of the laughs in a droll supporting turn as Lars' incredulous brother. As his compassionate wife, Emily Mortimer is a tirelessly nurturing presence, softly persistent in her efforts to coax from Lars even the most basic of social interactions, while Thumbsucker's endearing Kelli Garner shares one of the film's sweetest scenes with Gosling and a debilitated teddy bear. Patricia Clarkson lends empathy and class as Lars (and Bianca's) physician, embodying the ethos of the production as a whole by refusing to treat our deeply troubled hero with derision irrespective of the absurdity of his condition.
Gillespie's work here is delicately nuanced, taking a sincerely original script and crafting from it an elegant and moving modern fable. Detractors may scoff at how things play out, but for most, Lars and the Real Girl will prove a winningly charming and acutely human tale of love and catharsis... through sex dolls.
http://celluloidtongue.blogspot.com/
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