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A Fantastic Fear of Everything
Jack is a children's author turned crime novelist whose detailed research into the lives of Victorian serial killers has turned him into a paranoid wreck, persecuted by the irrational fear of being murdered. When Jack is thrown a life-line by his long-suffering agent and a mysterious Hollywood executive takes a sudden and inexplicable interest in his script, what should be his big break rapidly turns into his big breakdown, as Jack is forced to confront his worst demons; among them his love life, his laundry and the origin of all fear.
Victorian serial killers
The Final Countdown
Gangsta Rap Mix Tapes
Oven drying laundry
Brian the Hedgehog
Astral Projecting Psychiatrists
Superb Simon Pegg
Mix all these things together, wash, rinse and dry and you've got yourself an intriguing, funny and surprising film that is only let down a bit by its final act.
This film is about underpants.
I'm a big fan of underpants so obviously I enjoyed it.
Gonna go roll around on the floor for a bit. Cya later!
The scenes in the house are bordering on greatness, Pegg is practically performing a ballet with his pouncing and leaping around the place. The narration gives the film a comfortable feel and the colours/saturation are really lovely. However, it veers so wildly away from what makes it outstanding that it lost me somewhere towards the middle and never regained the magic. Still worth a watch, and a pretty good soundtrack (erm, not counting Final Countdown!).
A Fantastic Fear of Everything seems to be a rather polarising film with people either engrossed by its quirky rambling charms or bored by its aimless indulgences. As you can probably guess from my rating I’m firmly in the latter camp. Based on Bruce Robinson’s novella, Paranoia in the Launderette, I can see how this story would work far better on the page than on the screen seeing as the entire story is from the perspective of a paranoid writer who is irrationally frightened of everything.
Crispian Mills (yes, that Crispian Mills) expands the story yet fills it with such quirky and inconsequential waffle I was spending most of the time looking at my watch rather than the television screen.…
If I see the name "Simon Pegg" in big letters on the cover with an image of him in [albeit gross] underwear...of course I'm going to want to watch it!
A Fantastic Fear of Everything was often times laugh-out-loud funny, and always endearing and stylish.
I do not know if it has anything to do with being from America but I have absolutely no idea who Crispian Mills was before writing the screenplay and directing this movie. I knew he was a musician after reading Antonomasia's well-written and informative review of A Fantastic Fear of Everything. Thankfully, whatever tarnishing thoughts a person may have associated with Mills, I think they should let them go when it comes to his artistic…
"Given Crispian Mills' music, I wasn't expecting much - apart from Simon Pegg - of his debut as a writer-director, but surprisingly, it's really good..." posted a friend whose taste I greatly respect. Immediately I wanted to see the film, which I hadn't heard of before. For starters, I think this friend and ... well, most people are a bit harsh on Kula Shaker (a minor Britpop band, remembered for ill-judged public-school-hippie pronouncements, and psychedelic influenced tunes which I found quite catchy). And Mills comes from a strong cinematic lineage (grandfather Sir John, mother Hayley) so you'd hope he'd produce something reasonable. He also seems to have aged well and whatever my sixteen year old self saw in his looks…
Interesting directing, good acting, but weak writing. Light on humor, without sufficient intrigue to carry the plot.
This movie started out great. It wasn't just all the "crazyness" that happened to Simon Peggs character that interested me, But more that (I thought) they were telling a story from a person that suffers from a Paranoid Schizofrenia Disorder point of view. The paranoia, the anxiety, the hallucinations. All of the signs are there.
And suddenly the movie takes a turn that I really didn't grasp. When Simon Pegg goes to the laundry to "face his fears", it's like everything they build up the first part of the movie just vanished. Instead, we get a neurotic person and a long scene that is trying to be funny. Add the serial-killer plot twist at the end and you got yourself a confused movie that doesn't know on which leg to stand.
"It's time to face my banana."
Hearing a lot of negative opinions about this made this kinda fall of my radar but Simon Pegg is awesome so I couldn't pass this up without giving it a try myself.
Granted A Fantastic Fear of Everything feels pretty aimless and odd for the first half hour but I gotta say as soon as that super glue comes into place and we have a goal (getting ready for that big meeting) the plot actually picked up a decent speed and everything went along smoothly. From there on out the film never managed to be amazing but thoroughly enjoyable.
It's a rather mellow tale that makes ordinairy things big, similar to the protagonist whose…
Film # 13 of the "Scavenger Hunt # 9" Challenge
Task # 7: A film featuring a conspiracy theorist or paranoid person
Jack is a paranoid writer who is afraid of everything. Well, primarily he has a fear of serial killers and laundromats. Jack is currently researching a book on Victorian serial killers, although he is originally a children’s book author.
Most of the time we just see Simon Pegg, who is in his house, scared. Jumping at noises, seeing shadows, thinking someone is lurking. We also hear Pegg providing commentary through a voiceover.
Those moments with Pegg are the funniest. He does his best with the material. “A Fantastic Fear of Everything” looked promising, but didn’t give us the funny horror comedy we expected. The story has potential and Pegg is good, but other than that it’s pretty standard.
So, for the first 75% of this movie it was about my new favorite movie, sort of Poe through the artistic sensibilities of something like The Hudsucker Proxy, and I was excitedly imagining how it could be brought to the stage. There were changes in tone, yes, but they were good changes in tone. I was all excited to give it a 5-star review, but ultimately, the movie fell apart in the end and I can't give it 5 stars if it falls apart in the end.
Though this was incredibly funny and grotesquely insane, I do wish there had been more follow up on his obsession with Victorian serial killers and more of that particular fear invading his psyche and personality, with much less focus on overcoming his personal trauma of laundromats. The ending didn't quite fit what the beginning established. It was much better when he was either becoming his own Kafkaesque nightmare bug of a potential psychopath or imagining serial killers in flowing capes all around his flat; the shift to his fear of washing machine monsters just didn't work as well.
Paranoid man goes to laundry. As a viewing experience, waste of time and Simon Pegg.
A little too much wit can really affect a film even with a relatable premise.
I have this weird fetish for movies about writers. I love all of them, good or bad.
Please help me…