Week five is time for one of the big categories: comedy. I'm hoping for some good nominations.
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…
It was fine - I wish that it had chosen a direction and gone either with full-on whimsy or paranoid horror, as the two make for an uneasy combination. I liked the little animated bits, but it's definitely a jumble of a film.
Mi única preocupación ha sido si por ver tantas películas de terror acabare generando una fobia como el protagonista, por lo demás, salvo dos frases que consiguieron hacerme reír , no le encontré gracia alguna, de hecho me aburrí y eso que Simon Pegg realiza un buen trabajo interpretativo ,pero claro todo el peso lo lleva él ,recordando Lou Costello. Las animaciones tanto del principio como durante el desarrollo están bien conseguidas.
I watched this at The Logan Theatre with someone in the Chicago music scene I really admired. He said he once met Scarlett Johansson and told her he would drink her bathwater, or that he would have said it but didn't, I don't remember. He bought me Sweethearts - halfway through the movie he held up a heart that said "yes" and whispered "yes." I did not relate to the main character and quickly became frustrated with the plot but I did like the movie's tone overall. On the subway back to the Amtrak he said he would definitely have sex with me in Michigan someday and he never did. Later he asked me to go to Japan with him and I said no. He paid for my beer so I paid for both of our tickets and I don't think it was worth $22 so I'm only giving three stars.
simon pegg is THAT actor
What a mess.
Ouin, c'est pas vargeux. Ça démarre bien, mais ça s'étire, se cherche et s'essoufle assez rapidement malgré l'interprétation pleine d'énergie de Simon Pegg.
Il y a des touches bizarroïdes qui devraient faire plaisir, mais ça tombe toujours à plat, manquant la cible pour le côté humoristique et basculant souvent dans le ringard et/ou le ridicule non-rigolo.
À la vue de la chose, ce n'est pas surprenant que la sortie nord-américaine ait été avortée.
This was one of the weirdest films I've ever seen
I would happily let a dude blasting final countdown on a boombox murder me
I am reminded of the Funkadelic lyric, "The fear of being eaten by a sandwich! The fear of being eaten by a sandwich!"
That is not specifically listed as one of the things that Simon Pegg (once successful, now struggling, author) is afraid of, but there are plenty of others. Certainly the fear of going to a laundrette (or laundromat, as we say in the Colonies). Sometimes one's irrational fears turn out to be well-founded, as this picture - in the comedic/horror genre - demonstrates.
I FUCKING LOVE COLOURING