Based loosely on James Thurber’s 1939 short story about a prosaic
individual attempting to escape the mundanity of life through his fantastical
daydreams - Ben Stiller’s new film is executed with a degree of style and
precision, but suffers from a lack of essential humour.
With Stiller both directing and starring in the titular
role, the character of Walter Mitty in this version is a photographic research
manager at Life magazine who has a tendency to zone out of real life and imagine
himself in more heroic dream scenarios, whilst looking longingly at his
co-worker (Kristin Wiig). The way the film portrays Mitty’s daydream fantasies
is through a string of action set pieces were the central character, for
example, has an infuriating conversation with his boss which leads Mitty to
imagine an explosive superhero style punch-up with him – a scene reminiscent of
something from mind of Timur Bekmambetov(Wanted 2008)
with its over-the-top, weightless CGI brawling. Although these dreamy visual asides
sound entertaining, there is a strange tonal clash within the first half of the
film. On the one hand, Mitty’s
flights of fancy are there to provoke a humourous reaction, but the rest of Stiller’s movie is far too formal and
po-faced for the comedy to translate effectively - leaving you feeling oddly
detached from the proceedings. It also has an ultra-clean, stylish visual aesthetic
with a lot of the camerawork directed to linger incessantly on Ben Stiller’s
face. These languorous moments indicate that Walter Mitty is a bit of a vanity project for Stiller and although
the central Freudian idea of men indulging in egoistical fantasies may allow
the film to itself procure a certain level of narcissism, it doesn’t alleviate this
misplaced sense of self-importance.
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