Stranger than Fiction

V and I had an invite to see a pre-release screening of this movie a year or so ago, but we ended up missing it for reasons that made for a memorable evening.

Now I get to see it speeding away from Guate on a TACA jet, occasionally finding the flashes of lightning outside the window more interesting than the action on the little screen overhead.

There have been a number of superior movies, several penned by Charlie Kaufmann for instance, in this ilk. The laugh-a-minute metaphysics of Groundhog Day also pops into mind. And none of them, thankfully, had Emma Thompson in them.

It's a story about a tax inspector who wants to be a guitarist apparently written by a tax inspector who wants to be a postmodernist. The sort of fiction I generally read is stranger...and better.