Big Fish, again

Forrest Gump went on and on about how innocent and good Gump was, and how he was going to save poor Robin Wright's character. Burton's film doesn't insist on anything; McGregor is a go-getter and charmer and hustler and bullshitter, and Burton doesn't insist that this is all to the good; Crudup's character actually seems like the voice of sanity at times, and his disenchantment with his father, whom everyone likes, feels reasonable.

A lot depends of course on whether you like the characters or not, I suppose. I did, and that was a big help to liking the film as a whole.

Forgot to add, Bloom's having to work--what, three years?--to win Sandra reminds me of the biblical Jacob and how he worked for years to win Rachel.

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