For Ben Stiller, apparently, Thurber's classic story is grist not for a sympathetic exploration of the universal human desires to dream and live, but to craft what eventually amounts to a totem to his own vanity. How else to explain its increasingly exasperating collapse into scene after scene that extols Mitty's, and by extension Stiller's own, heroic goodness, culminating in an actual canonization on the front of the final print issue of Life magazine?
Kenji Fujishima
October 7, 2013