An American fantasy romantic comedy directed by Marc Forster, starring Will Ferrell, Dustin Hoffman and Queen Latifah.
A taxman goes about his boring life until he hears a voice narrating it. When the voice announces that he is going to die, he seeks the help of a psychiatrist who tries to help him figure out what's going on.
The plot and characters were great and the style was good as well. Dustin Hoffman played a very similar role to that which he played in I Heart Huckabees. I really liked the film and thought it was unique. There was only one problem: Will Ferrell doesn't die. I only spoil the ending because I want him to die in real life. A violent, agonizing, painful, horrible death. He's worse than Christopher Walken. To illustrate this point, in the film he chooses a guitar. What does he choose? A fucking Stratocaster! He looks right past the shred guitar in front of it (probably Ibanez or Jackson) to the poorly engineered strat. What a mainstream twit! I'm rating this good because even Will Ferrell couldn't fuck it up.
