Day Three

by deerinthexenonarclights

Favourite Feel Good Film

Death by Punctuation, a fate that should befall all those on the internet who abuse those rules. Grammacide.

We’ve all woken up on a cold Winter’s day disappointed to find that our lives and not our dreams are the true reality; We’ve all vowed to then bridge that gap and brighten up our day to day, do all those things we would never normally do, thankfully though we’ve never woken to find that we absolutely cannot, because we’re just a character in a story someone else is writing. That is what Harold Crick wakes up to in the beginning of this film, a meta-existential dilemma that not only puts our apathetic gloom to shame but manages to dissolve it entirely.

Watching this film whilst baking an assortment of cookies; basking in the warmth of the oven and the warmth of the charming characters, whilst outside the clouds cover the sky and fill the streets with rain, is just about as enjoyable as an afternoon can get (and if i may say so, its definitely as tasty). Certainly the script is remarkably clever but the real joy of the film is that it manages to execute such a heady idea in such a rich, warm, humanist manner.

It’s a tasty treat, one that nails every-bodies favourite flavours and one that will leave you wanting to lick your fingers afterwards for one last taste.

Tasty indeed