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Went to watch "Big Fish" yesterday.
It was mainly about the enstranged relationship between William Bloom and his father Edward. About how William kept feeling all he knew of his father were elaborate fanciful lies. It was a very pretty show... all the images and sets out of a fairy tale. There were some tender moments and the whole idea of the show was very intriguing, despite some cheesy moments... but it was another one of those shows that I felt didn't really live up to it's trailer.
And at the risk of being slaughtered by my fellow Rataliens, I say the main problem was that it had far too much of Ewan McGregor. And in fact, the most touching moment (for me) in the entire movie was between the old non-McGregor Edward Bloom and his wife, when they were in the bathtub. All the Ewan McGregor was like too much of a pretty thing, just part of the beautification and fairytale-ness, just like what William Bloom felt about his father. As it is, all I got was a glimpse into the psyche of a very interesting man. Or perhaps that was the point of it all then - I was left wanting to see more of Edward Bloom, the real one, imperfections and all.
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