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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…
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'll start with the positive. Simon Pegg, like always, is a joy to watch. Running around naked with a bath towel and lip-synching to a gangsta rap song is quite enjoyable. There's a nice little claymation scene to accompany a fairy tale Pegg tells near the end of the film. But if any film is an absolute mess, it's this one.
I didn't even know this film existed. Thank you, Netflix!
Jack (Simon Pegg) is a former author of children's books whose career change to crime novelist provokes an unhealthy obsession with murder.
Pegg is a talented actor with high profile roles in Spaced, the Mission: Impossible franchise, the Star Trek franchise, and a series of films with Nick Frost and Edgar Wright. Unfortunately, extreme paranoia doesn't suit him and this film is a blemish on his resumè.
Based on a minor novel by Bruce Robinson, who directed the fantastic Withnail and I (1987), this is more style than substance and plays like a shadow of The Shining (1980).
Simon Pegg est hilarant... et tient le film sur ses épaules.
I have this weird fetish for movies about writers. I love all of them, good or bad.
Please help me…