The Secret Life of Walter Mitty is supposed to be a film of humanity and sincerity, neither of which tend to go hand in hand with the flawless detail of a Hollywood formula. Yes, Stiller is charming and sweet. Yes, the soundtrack is inspiring, Yes, the movie makes the world seem a more beautiful place. It was a nice 114 minutes, but once the credits came to a close so did my thoughts on the whole experience. It just failed to play on my mind like so many other films do. The movie is about grabbing hold of life and giving it your all, a life affirming genre I am very fond of, but it lacks that awful, chaotic, ‘life’s a mess but you have to love it anyway’, kind of imperfection. It seems too cinematic for a film that’s supposed to touch audiences’ hearts so intimately. An epic action adventure and an emotionally uplifting journey of self discovery are two separate tales that Stiller just can’t seem to blend into one.
Honestly, I urge you to see the movie for yourself. It is lovely and funny and charming, but I warn you that, like me, you may feel a slight sense of disappointment from this Hollywood heart warmer.
– Sinann Fetherston