In the pantheon of Movies With Fucked Names, Sympathy for Delicious ranks somewhere below Blood & Chocolate and Riding in Cars With Boys and somewhere where just above Poop Argonaut and Smithy and His Amazing Castration Wagon. With that in mind, it’s great to hear that Mark Ruffalo is directing a feature, even though its title makes my colon dilate.
Sympathy for Delicious is the latest in a long line of films about paralyzed DJ’s who become wheelchair-bound faith healers, a film written by and starring Chris Thornton [no relation to Eric Thornton, who inexplicably made an hourlong Sherlock Holmes film with Carl Cunningham as Sherlock and me as Watson in film school]. James Franco and Ruffalo co-star as characters gifted with walking skills.
I don’t know if the subject matter will be faux inspirational (the lead character actually gets the ability to heal) or cynical, but Ruffalo is a sneakily amazing actor whose sensitibilities seem acute (aside from the commerce films he appears in) and I look forward to seeing what he can do behind the lens.
The title still sucks.
Behind every great book adaptation is a forgettable first try. — By Ryan Covey