The secret life of walter mitty movie

Let me be frank: to use the words of the august founder of this website, I hated, hated, hated this movie. 

From Ben Stiller’s pantomimes of romantic hesitation in its opening moments as Walter Mitty goes all J.

Alfred Prufrock on eHarmony.com, to costar Adam Scott’s fussily styled fake beard, to the overall depiction of how a print magazine works/worked, to the consoling midtown-Manhattan romantic fade out, “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty,” directed by Stiller from a script by Steve Conrad that is itself loosely adapted from James Thurber’s legendary short story (or, to be accurate, from the main conceit of Thurber’s story), grated on my nerves something fierce.

For all that, I’m giving the movie two stars, which, in star speak, translates to “fair.” I’m not doing this as a sop to anyone who might end up charmed by the sometimes winsome and always self-help-book-like particulars of Stiller’s romantic fable,