THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO LITTLEWell... this is not as good as I was hoping it was going to be, but I still enjoyed it.This comedy stars the legendary Bill Murray, which is the reason I watched it.The movie is about an American who comes to the UK to visit his brother, but he comes on a bad day so his brother pays for him to act in a reality show that night playing out some kind of adventure. The problem is, he goes on the wrong adventure, and the things that are happening to him are all real, but he doesn't realise it.There are some funny bits in it... I love the scene where Bill gets mugged but he thinks it is all part of the act and plays along. There were not too many laugh out loud moments, but the film was still very amusing.The casting was good, but the acting was questionable. But this is a spoof, so we can't expect any fantastic acting. It was what was expected really.The film stars Bill Murray as mentioned before, Peter Gallagher, Joanne Whalley & Mr. Victor Meldrew himself... Richard Wilson. I know what you are thinking... "I don't believe it!"The movie was well written and flows along nicely.I will give this film 6 out of 10.Not as funny as it could have been, but still a good film.For more of my reviews, please like my Facebook page:https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ordinary-Person-Movie- Reviews/456572047728204?ref=hl

Peter Gallagher is an ambitious businessman in London, trying to put together a big international deal to market his product. He invites his goofy brother, Murray, over as a guest and tells him he'll be taking part in "The Theater of Life," which will consist of a series of auditions and improvised incidents that may lead to a part in a play. Something like that. It's like Michael Douglas' "The Game" turned inside out.This is a fantasy, built around a single joke -- Murray's belief that it's all part of a game. He continues to believe it throughout the movie, even to the end. The first inopportune occurrences are minor ones. Two British thugs attempt to rob him at knife point. Murray responds by chuckling and complimenting them on their ability to really get into the role.Then he's swept up coincidentally into a plot by British and Russian agents who long for the good old days of the Cold War, when all the spies were busy and the phones rang all the time. They plan to assassinate the Russian and British leaders who are about to sign a Friendship Pact. Murray is misidentified as a secret agent assigned to stop them. The contretemps pile up, one upon the other, and Murray blindly stumbles through it all. If a pistol appears, he's likely to say something like, "Uh-oh, a sign of realism, eh? Very impressive. No, really." The caricature of reality resembles that of Peter Sellers' "Being There," the story of an almost infinitely stupid ex-gardener who only knows what he's seen on television but is taken to be a Deep Thinker and winds up being considered for nomination for the President of the United States."Being There" had its silly moments but was funnier because the lines were better and because it carried a certain sting with it. How stupid can you be before you are recognized as less than presidential material? Here, the jokes involve much more slapstick and the misguided premise itself is sort of worn out by the end. Murray winds up at a big party, dressed as a Russian dancer, jiggling a live bomb. The writers kept forging ahead although the story was going nowhere. Not that it doesn't have its share of laughs.I'm not sure the writers realized it but they've introduced a kind of psychological approach to therapy based on the "life as theater" model. There's no place to get into role playing. Anyone interested should Google Milton Erikson. I'll give an example of how taken-for-granted the scrips that we live are. It's a real example. A Los Angeles police officer pulled over a driver for a minor violation. The driver was African-American and it was a black neighborhood. As the cop examined the driver's credentials and busied himself with writing a ticket, a crowd gathered, slowly growing angrier at yet more police harassment of blacks. Soon the lone cop was surrounded by a muttering mob and the threat of violence hung in the air. The script at this point called for the cop to unclip his revolver and order the crowd to disperse. Instead, he turned and waved a copy of the traffic ticket above his head, shouting, "You have just witnessed an exercise of law enforcement in the city of Los Angeles!" While the crowd puzzled over this announcement ("What did he say?"), the officer got into his car and drove quietly away.Neither Murray nor anyone else knew quite was they were tapping into when they casually threw around terms like "Living Theater" and "Life as Theater." It really IS, in many ways. For more of THAT, read Kenneth Burke or Erving Goffman.

The audience (fed up by the horrendous Hollywood crap), clearly was not able even to start appreciating the pure elegance of the movie. Bill Murray enjoys himself, camera man likes his work, Rusian spies are charming. Rest of the cast are on par.The very end is fishy, but thats a comedy after all!I just could not believe my eyes when I saw a 6.2 rating for the movie. The is the most "French-like" (i.e. frivolous, not pompous, not a hint of a usual dull American humor) American comedy I ever saw.Those who like the Ground Hog Day, will appreciate the irony, ease and elegance.

After fifteen minutes, I had the idea, that the title referred to the guy who wrote the script. After half an hour, I was completely sure. This movie (?) is lame, lousy and a complete waste of time. There's nothing that could be describes as "direction", the timing is horrible, the acting as wooden as a log and the jokes... *argh* Everything is totally predictable and annoying. Even if you're a fan of Bill Murray - like me - you won't find it amusing at all.But to be honest, there's one excellent thing about this flick: Christopher Young's score is funny, cool and simply excellent! My recommendation is, forget the movie and get yourself the soundtrack CD. It's really everything the movie pretends to be.