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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.
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!).
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!
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…
I was promised Simon Pegg running around in underpants and this film delivered. That being said...
As a black comedy of sorts, it lacks almost any level of effective humour, which is the main factor working against it. Other than this, Pegg's intense theatrics are noteworthy - gotta love the Vinncet-Price-like inner monologue going through his head most of the picture. The film is also undeniably a visual treat filled with clever cinematography and sound and music editing, indicating Mills and Hopewell do have a flair for creating sensorial experiences - but have yet to prove themselves with worthwhile content.
This isn't terrible but it does reek of Pegg doing someone a favour.
A Review Haiku
I feel ya, my dude.
Behind the shower curtain…
Always check that out.
Have you ever had a little bit of success, and stand on the precipice of more success, and just thinking about that all made you a bit neurotic? And that neurosis takes a hold of that buried natural fear of death to drag it to the forefront of everything to the point of ruining your life and sabotaging your current and future success? This movie is a metaphor for that.
It is not as much a Fantastic Fear of Everything as A Fantastic Fear of Laundry Mats. There is a lot of potential here in the premise and within the execution of the first five minutes. After those five minutes, all that potential is squandered. I would have loved a whimsically creepy film that worked as a combination of Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Tim Burton, where I thought this was headed. Instead it went for Broad comedy within a horror plot and it became silly and unenjoyable. Also there is nothing entertaining about laundry.
There are glimmers of potential within the conceptual bounds of A Fantastic Fear of Everything.The unfortunate problem is that there is no urgency here.
Jack (Simon Pegg) starts off batty as a loon and the first 2/3s of the movie is him doing his best batty Johnny Depp (esp. Secret Window era, which also happens to be about a writer). Pegg's character is researching serial killers for a tv series he's trying to write. At some point he starts seeing every creak of the house or rustle of the curtains as a killer out to slaughter him. We don't know what that point is because the movie starts with guns-blazing. There's no gentle up-ramping of insanity. It just is.
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I have this weird fetish for movies about writers. I love all of them, good or bad.
Please help me…