This is the ninetiest 90s film to ever 90s. It is absurb, surreal, fast-paced, melodramatic brilliance. It's art.
Jerry (Ryan Reynolds) is a man. A man who is slightly unhinged. A man who hears disembodied voices – The Voices. When he accidentally kills the woman of his dreams, Fiona (Gemma Arterton), he must decide whether he is going to listen to his sardonic talking cat, Mr. Whiskers, and become a serial killer, or to his loving, supportive dog, Bosco, and be a “good boy”.
At it’s heart the blackest of comedies, The Voices centres on the town oddball,…
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Pretty damn cool, pretty damn smart, pretty damn competent woman continually sacrifices herself and shares her knowledge to aid the mediocre dude who appears more capable than he has any right to be (c'mon, his success is largely accidental.) It's okay though, he tells her birth-mark is beautiful, so she changes her avatar to embrace it.
The score was good.