![]() ![]() The movie labors intensely, trying to show that it’s wearing big-boy pants. From its showy opening credits – which are “stenciled” onto buildings and streets – to Stiller’s endless bag of camera tricks (it’s as if he believes he’s competing with Citizen Kane) – Walter Mitty hasn’t a moment that could be called effortless. The plot they’re working with – drawn from a short story by James Thurber – also had potential, as it follows a Life magazine photo editor whose imaginative daydreams begin to get the better of him.īut man is this thing trying hard. Ben Stiller, the director-star, has proven he’s capable of more than dumb comedy and the screenwriter, Steve Conrad, has been involved in two of my favorite movies of the past 10 years ( The Promotion, The Weather Man). ![]() The frustrating thing is that I wanted to like The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (for the record, I also prefer dogs). Meanwhile, its tongue is hanging out in that particularly dopey way that distinguishes dogs from cats. ![]() ![]() The Secret Life of Walter Mitty is a puppy-dog movie: it nips at your heels, yips in your ears and never lets up in its desire to please. ![]()
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