Lars and the Ripoff
by Scott Hardie on October 23, 2007
I'm sure that Lars and the Real Girl is a good movie and that Ryan Gosling is Oscar-worthy, yadda yadda. But will the bloggers out there spreading the word please stop acting like it's such an original premise to have an adult treat a life-size doll like a real person? In the past few years alone, I've watched indie movies May and Love Object cover the same ground, with Dummy skirting closeby, and those are only a few examples; plenty more exist through the years. There are no original stories in Hollywood (ask Wes Anderson and Sofia Coppola), so enough already.
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Amy Austin | October 23, 2007
Ah, but are you comparing indie to mainstream -- I'd wager that these bloggers you speak of know nothing of the films you mention... not everyone is a true cinema connoisseur, such as yourself. ;-)