Stiller plays the mild-mannered titular character who works in the negative processing department at Life
magazine, which has been taken over by efficiency experts, led by the
cartoonishly smarmy Ted Hendricks (Adam Scott). Walter has a crush on
winsome co-worker Cheryl (Kristen Wiig, mostly wasted) and spends much
of his day dreaming about impressing her with a bold, heroic life that
he doesn’t lead. There’s a back story: Walter’s father died when he was a
boy, so he had to put away the rebelliously boyish things (mohawk,
skateboard) and get a job at Papa John’s. (The Papa John’s product
placement is just one of many in this film: There’s also eHarmony and
Cinnabon—described as “frosted heroin” at one point!—and probably a few
others that I missed.)

When a photo that is meant to capture the “quintessence of Life
magazine” goes missing, Walter has to track down Sean O’Connell (Sean
Penn, enjoying himself), the adventure junkie photographer who took it.
This takes Walter to Greenland, Iceland, and the Himalayas. During that
time, he grows some hipster scruff, acquires some man-jewelry, and
basically learns to live life to the fullest.

This is obviously super corny stuff and it’s played for maximum
whimsy. But whimsy is a dangerous thing in the wrong hands. (Wes
Anderson films should come with a warning: Do Not Try This At Home.) The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
has no mystery, no secrets to share. It’s pleasant enough, but for a
film about taking risks and embracing adventure, it feels awfully safe.

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