The first half-hour is the funniest acting I have ever seen.
I majored in Psych, and I'm all about funny. This movie has them both, especially psych.
Being a Wisconsinite, I really don't like that there was only one person who acted halfway Wisconsin. Ryan Gosling must have gotten his movies confused, because he produced a NYC accent half a dozen times. Remind me to add him to the list of people to whom I must write. Get this movie - it isn't what it looks like.
But, no one in Wisconsin is named Lars!
I have a storied history around here. A-hole Guy has forever been messing with me. So, new tenants come in, and even new owners come in, and they buy the party line that I am dastardly. So, I just let everybody go their own ways, and wait for the truth to come out, which it always does.
There is an overweight female renting next door, who has a little daughter. When the stimulus payments came in, they both got matching wildlife coats, it was so so cute. We have never talked, but I see she is a pretty good person, for around here. Lately, the truth has begun to occur to her.
Yesterday, I heard her screaming and fighting with her boyfriend, which made the little girl cry. Something is going on over there. And she's now trying to catch my eye. As good and alienated as I am, I can't have sex with an overweight person. In fact, I can't have sex, at all. Which is an intriguing story, in and of itself.
Let me tell you this. If you completely ignore society, day after day, men will attack you and women will desire you. As some kind of safe fantasy. The more you try to mind your own business, the more these primates are sniffing around your porch. American society, these days, will not give up an inch in its mission to dysfunctionalise everything.
I don't know what to do about people. When I first moved here, three different neighbour couples got into these violent fights. Because I was change. It's often freakish how townie this place is. In a bad way.
People do their things, they keep living, and then they die, buried with their stories. Who knows what motivates anyone to do anything? It's just a long, sorry march back into oblivion, and the sound of all voices eventually fades into silence. That's what we are. That's what we do.
You might as well have a sex doll. Because society is built upon supporting delusions. Don't get me wrong, this movie has that F. Capra belief in common human transcendence. "What would Jesus do?" I still believe in that. But if you cannot see that, at least in the last few months, all we do is traffic in lies, then you're still one step in the womb.
And that's how psychopaths are made.