A Fantastic Fear of Everything Reviews
Not bad of a movie! A Fantastic Fear of Everything is probably not what you're expecting from Simon Pegg. It's not horrifically funny like Shaun of the Dead, as outright entertaining as Hot Fuzz and, mercifully, it's not as tepid as Run Fat boy Run or as stagnant as Paul or Burke and Hare. Actually, it's not very funny at all to start with. Well, it's a journey and if you decide to embark upon it you'll need to see it through to the end to decide if it was worthwhile. A Fantastic Fear of Everything is far from being a perfect movie but it's a solid, enthralling film that hints at the possibility of Crispian Mills becoming a very fine filmmaker indeed and a hero of the off-kilter cinephiles who are tired of Tim Burton's ever-downward spiral and in need of someone new to rely on for their fix of surrealism.
Jack is a children's author turned crime novelist whose detailed research into the lives of Victorian serial killers has turned him into a paranoid wreck, persecuted by the irrational fear of being murdered. When Jack is thrown a life-line by his long-suffering agent and a mysterious Hollywood executive takes a sudden and inexplicable interest in his script, what should be his big break rapidly turns into his big breakdown, as Jack is forced to confront his worst demons; among them his love life, his laundry and the origin of all fear.
Jack (Simon Pegg) starts off batty as a loon and the first 2/3s of the movie is him doing his best batty Johnny Depp (esp. Secret Window era, which also happens to be about a writer). Pegg's character is researching serial killers for a tv series he's trying to write. At some point he starts seeing every creak of the house or rustle of the curtains as a killer out to slaughter him. We don't know what that point is because the movie starts with guns-blazing. There's no gentle up-ramping of insanity. It just is.
As such, it starts off slightly novel, but all too quickly becomes droll as we see Jack encounter his own Series of Unfortunate Events. Luckily, despite his best madman act, it seems as though Jack has actually stumbled upon something real and terrifying.
Which is equally terrifying to the viewer since we don't know whether we're wanting to see his paranoia become justified just to cut the drollness of the movie, or if we want to see him end up in a hospital for treatment.
Disparate parts of the movie fly at the viewer, none of them coming together particularly well, and all feeling rather like the director is patting himself on the back. Is there anything worse than a smugly cloy film that isn't good enough to be smug OR coy?
amazing style to the entire film
and the production design was also fantastic
...it's just that the story lacked actual plot and ending(but peggs performance carried it through as I was entertained until the end)
I could probably excuse it if it was funny, but the second half wasn't funny at all. The first half didn't have me rolling over with laughter either, but Simon Pegg was so amusing that I was enjoying it.
Can't really recommend this movie unless you're a big Simon Pegg fan. Then perhaps you will enjoy it, but this is far from his best movie and I can't help but be disappointed.