Never once does Woody Harrelson's title character in Wilson resemble a human being that anyone could give a shit about. His goatee-faced, thick-glasses wearing miserable dork waltzes through the movie insulting pretty much everyone in sight: a young man innocently sitting with his laptop at a coffee shop, a businessman trying to listen to music while traveling on a train, even a woman who politely asks to pet his dog. After a brief existential crisis that follows his father's passing, Wilson discovers he has a long-lost daughter, and, together with his ex-wife (Laura Dern), he tries to get in touch with the girl, who's an even more social outcast than her abhorring father.
Wilson, based on a comic/graphic novel by Daniel Clowes (having never read it, I can only comment on the movie), follows this pathetic lead character through prison, where he also gets beaten to a pulp after insulting Skinhead inmates - and is strangely seen on friendly terms with the same gang shortly after he makes a joke involving a nun; who knew prisoners had such a primitive sense of humor. And the fact that he eventually beds not just Dern's character, but also that of Judy Greer - another woman outta his league - is a preposterous thought for all nice guys out there trying to (unsuccessfully) to get laid.
Wilson isn't a man, per se; he's universe's horrible joke inflicted on his fellow mankind. Think of Borat, but without the naivety and the self-unaware ignorance, and especially without the laughs. In other words, a complete asshole from top to bottom.
Ugh.
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