Will Ferrell just catapulted in my estimation of him. He went from "I won't watch any more of his movies" to "he was awesome!" He was really, really good. Or, perhaps better, he was a part of a really, really good movie.
Stranger Than Fiction was the best movie I've seen this year. Sweet, funny, disturbing, unnerving, edgy, strange, real, friendly, dark and good: this multi-chronicle of Harold Crick turns along familiar paths, but paths less traveled these days.
We post-moderns enjoy stories postmortem, after the fall, knowing the story is like ours, the hero like us. That is to say, not a hero, not an exciting story, here East of Eden. So for a story to come along that entertains but does not leave it at that and worse (as in the case of the All the King's Men remake), is a mild grace to us. Grace? Sure everything feels lost. We, like Mr. Crick, know we're going to die. "But God...", or, in this case, but Emma Thompson. Hmmm. Most unusual.
And so I commend this film to my adult friends. Manage your expectations well and you'll have a wonderful experience, leaving, if only for a moment, our dark woods.