i almost want to give this 5 stars. This is joyful and fetishized in all the right ways. A serious film, light and magic. Paul Dano and Kevin Kline are totally alive, lost in themselves and an offering to chaos. Beautifully shot. A period piece without even trying.
The voice over feels very out of place, especially since it is dropped quickly. The whole film has a Wonder Boys feel (even has Katie Holmes reprise her plot purpose), but falls short of being as compelling. If you have not seen Wonder Boys, watch that instead.
Not nearly as good as the novel. I shouldn't have read it before seeing the film - but oh well. Glad to see Jonathan Ames worked on the screenplay. Paul Dano and Kevin Kline are wonderful together. They are the true embodiments of Louis and Henry.
Not as whimsical or funny as it thinks it is, The Extra Man does boast three things that set it above other of its ilk, and those are Kline, Dano, and Reilly. Kevin Kline is his usual zany brilliance, and Paul Dano provides an excellent straight man to Kline's craziness, and Reilly is always amazing at comic relief. But Katie Holmes needs to stop acting, and fast. I can't think of a single movie I've liked her in.
Great to see Kevin Kline with a meaty part again. Berman and Pulcini back in form though not up to american splendor of course. Still haven't forgiven them for the god awful nanny diaries though. Paul Dano interesting foil and cute in his lingerie to boot. Not deep but fun.
This movie was cute. Another fun man out of time in New York movie is Man of the Century. This one doesn't have anything supernatural about it, though. It is just of the heartwarming movie event of the season variety but much better than what that implies. The performances are excellent and it's not at all that crude.
As a great admirer of Jonathan Ames (The Alcoholic, Bored to Death), I was looking forward to see another audiovisual production based on the man's witty writing. If you live in a liminal space tucked between the past and the present and if you can avoid the inevitable comparison to Wes Anderson (the opening reverie is straight out of Rushmore) you might love this thing