Stranger Than Fiction

I love Will Ferrell. I never saw much of him on Saturday Night Live but in his movies, he has this lovably sweet innocence. And it doesn't matter that he might be running naked, as he famously did in Old School. You forgive him and laugh right along with him because he just seems like a nice guy.
That helps him a great deal in his new movie, Stranger Than Fiction. Ferrell plays Harold Crick, an IRS agent who lives his life by the numbers. He gets up at the same time every morning and goes to bed the same time every night. He even times his coffee breaks.
He is alone and he just so happens to be a character in somebody's book. That someone is Karen Eiffel, played by Emma Thompson. Eiffel is a reclusive author plagued by writer's block.
Her problem: She can't figure out how to kill Crick. And Crick can't seem to get Eiffel's eloquent narration out of his head.
Yes, this is all rather odd, and the movie never seeks to explain how Crick could be a character in Eiffel's novel.
But the good thing is Crick is a fully-fleshed character. Ferrell restrains himself. No wilding-out antics here.
Instead, Ferrell brings a certain level of pathos to the character. Here's a guy who suddenly has to confront his own death and he finally decides he really wants to live. Plus, he has love in his life.
Thompson just literally sinks into her character. She has a gaunt and desperate look about her throughout the whole movie, her character driven almost to the point of insanity with writer's block.
Queen Latifah, Dustin Hoffman and Maggie Gyllenhaal all bring their enormous talents to bear as supporting actors.
Yes, the ending is corny but somehow you don't mind, especially when the journey has been such a fun ride.