Lars and the Real Girl

This was a disconcerting film.  Made worse by the brain dead rednecks sitting behind me who laughed in all the places you were supposed to cry and crying in all the places you were supposed to laugh.

And there were lots of both kinds of places.

I think with anything less than a deeply sympathetic troupe of actors this movie would have fallen on its face.  Even with that troupe it required a stiff suspension of disbelief to accept the premise.

Who knew Wisconsin and San Francisco had tolerance for deviant behaviour so much in common?

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