So the guy (Ben Stiller's character) has this average paying job in charge of developing negatives at a magazine for the past 16 years. He's unmarried, in his 40's with his aging mother and unemployed sister depending on his salary. The magazine called "Life" is undergoing downsizing and other major changes apparently forced onto it by nothing but the new manager, who is portrayed as the super-villain/typical suit sporting a double digit IQ.
Anyways, it seems the main character, Walter Mitty (Stiller), has two main objectives. Getting the girl of his dreams who started working in his office a month ago to notice he's alive and finding the super important 25th negative sent by an ultra-adventurous super photographer employed by the magazine that doesn't ever share his whereabouts with anyone. Obviously Walter is threatened to get fired if he doesn't produce the all-important 25th negative the next time his (probably) clinically retarded douche-bag manager sees him (SPOILER: He does get fired, which results in him having to sell a piano. SPOILER2: it (the negative) is in his wallet the whole time, because the photographer-extraordinaire whom he never met in his life thought it would be a cute joke... SPOILER3: The negative is DRUMROLL - A PICTURE OF WALTER MITTY and it eventually gets published as the last ever COVER of the magazine after he goes through a ridiculous, unrealistic journey around the globe (having never traveled before) to find Sean Penn taking a picture of a snow leopard on a mountain in Afganistan! He had to use his mother's cake to bribe Afgan warlords to be allowed access to the mountain...Obviously).
It is really quite incredible how people are able to convince themselves they like some piece of crap to pretend at their grasp of some sort of deeper meaning hidden within. How else could this movie get a 7.7 average rating? You can talk all you want about how we're scared to change our habits and how we need to take more risks, but there are much better movies with relatable stories and characters whereas this movie is just Ben Stiller's self-indulgence in its purest form and I regret staying to finish watching it with my wife (who regrets convincing me to stay to finish watching it) when I knew we should've left when our friends did (about half an hour into the movie) or better yet avoided it entirely, which brings me here.
And so here I am now, wasting another 10 minutes of my life writing a review hoping to discourage a like-minded person or two from going to see this utter nonsense of a movie.
Anyways, it seems the main character, Walter Mitty (Stiller), has two main objectives. Getting the girl of his dreams who started working in his office a month ago to notice he's alive and finding the super important 25th negative sent by an ultra-adventurous super photographer employed by the magazine that doesn't ever share his whereabouts with anyone. Obviously Walter is threatened to get fired if he doesn't produce the all-important 25th negative the next time his (probably) clinically retarded douche-bag manager sees him (SPOILER: He does get fired, which results in him having to sell a piano. SPOILER2: it (the negative) is in his wallet the whole time, because the photographer-extraordinaire whom he never met in his life thought it would be a cute joke... SPOILER3: The negative is DRUMROLL - A PICTURE OF WALTER MITTY and it eventually gets published as the last ever COVER of the magazine after he goes through a ridiculous, unrealistic journey around the globe (having never traveled before) to find Sean Penn taking a picture of a snow leopard on a mountain in Afganistan! He had to use his mother's cake to bribe Afgan warlords to be allowed access to the mountain...Obviously).
It is really quite incredible how people are able to convince themselves they like some piece of crap to pretend at their grasp of some sort of deeper meaning hidden within. How else could this movie get a 7.7 average rating? You can talk all you want about how we're scared to change our habits and how we need to take more risks, but there are much better movies with relatable stories and characters whereas this movie is just Ben Stiller's self-indulgence in its purest form and I regret staying to finish watching it with my wife (who regrets convincing me to stay to finish watching it) when I knew we should've left when our friends did (about half an hour into the movie) or better yet avoided it entirely, which brings me here.
And so here I am now, wasting another 10 minutes of my life writing a review hoping to discourage a like-minded person or two from going to see this utter nonsense of a movie.