I'm glad Julia rented Click: I mistakenly believed it would be saccharine slapstick, in the style of Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. Quite on the contrary!
The obvious comparison is Bruce Almighty, yet there are also some Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind overtones.
There's no right answer to the titular comparison. You might even add Ed Norton to the mix: In hindsight The 25th Hour was overrated but Fight Club is an interesting contrast to these movies and even The Illusionist isn't entirely unrelated.
In general I like the fantasy movies that boil down to "You control your life" a lot better than the ones that boil down to "oops, no you don't control your life, so feel free to hold a pity party."
If remote technology had progressed faster (or Rod Serling lived longer) the Serling version of Click would not have ended happily (I can tell you exactly where it would have ended) -- though he'd have definitely condensed it to half an hour.
"For this is a place where real dogs woo fake ducks, where swim coaches wear speedos, and bad architecture documentaries produce bad architecture..."
Posted by Matt Bruce at May 4, 2007 12:46 AM