Lars (Ryan Gosling) is a meek, introverted shut-in who lives in his brother’s garage and spurns the constant advances of a cute co-worker (Kelli Garner). He’s basically on the road to Jeffrey Dahmerville, until one day hope arrives in a huge package on his doorstep in the form of a plastic anatomically correct love doll named Bianca. No, Lars doesn’t use it for it’s intended purpose; instead he introduces her to the family as his new girlfriend from
This flick walks a tightrope in terms of tone. Usually movies about anatomically correct love dolls turn grisly (see: Love Object), but in Lars and the Real Girl, Ryan Gosling’s performance is what keeps it from being creepy. His Chaplin-esque performance is one that is funny but sad, hopeful yet pathetic, and he turns Lars into a fully three dimensional person and not the perverted creep you’d expect. I know you’re probably thinking that making a movie about a blow-up doll that doesn’t get fucked is like making a movie about a cop that doesn’t shoot anyone, but trust me; you’ll probably end up enjoying this flick.
The movie is actually more of a satire of how people accept “different” people. Nowadays with people being openly gay and getting married and mentally challenged people flipping burgers at McDonald’s, what’s the big deal if a guy brings a sex doll to church with him? Director Craig Gillespie also did Mr. Woodcock the same year.