ritzraff : pseudo villain or superhero?: Inner Life of Martin Frost

The Inner Life of Martin Frost got horrible, I mean horrible, reviews. I mean, it's slow and not much happens, but it's a.) got David Thewlis in it, and b.) it's about a muse in physical form. And Paul Auster narrates it.

I think you must have to be an extremely dorky writer to get it or something, but I thought it was...oookaaaay. Not brilliant, but not the worst thing ever. It's one of those movies that stays at about the same emotional level throughout, which The Fountain did as well (though that movie, IMO, is an A+ film). Some people would think it extremely boring, but as a writer, I can relate to it.

It does, however, seem like it would do better as a play, particularly once the fifty minute mark hits. This is also the bit that gets a bit too odd for most people, I'm assuming.

Once the hour mark hit (it's only an hour and a half long), though, I was ready for it to end. I also felt how Martin is feeling on the right - bored. Nothing was happening, and what was happening was ticking along slower than a clock stuck on slow-motion reverse in the Twilight Zone.

It wouldn't be something I'd pull off the shelf over and over and over, but it was...alright. Sadly, it started off quite good from a writer's viewpoint, then it just got fuckin' boring. I just wanted to ogle Mr. Thewlis and ignore the movie itself. It started having flashbacks to stuff in the movie that didn't need flashbacks...gah.

PROS:

David Thewlis ass shot
David Thewlis and his amazing actorly goodness
it's about writing
it has a muse in it
plenty of Thewlis mouth action
David Thewlis throwing a screwdriver at a dart board...exciting!
A line towards the end, in which Claire (muse) says, "no sex for a year," and Martin (Thewlis), blindfolded, asks hopefully, "not even with the blindfold?"

CONS: