There are a few movies that I think about from time to time well after I've seen them. They have this stickiness to them, like oatmeal. They stick with me.
One such movie is "Lars and the Real Girl." Someone mistakenly listed it as a comedy on Netflix. It's a funny premise: this guy orders a blow-up doll on the internet tubes, and passes it off as his real girlfriend. It does have its moments, but mostly, it's terribly sad. Who could be so lonely? Lars actually believes this girl of his is real, too. So, the movie becomes, not a situational comedy, but a movie about how everyone in this town where he lives (this Northern Canadian town) tries to help Lars become better, mentally. They try to help him by also pretending that this blow up doll is real. "Lars and the Real Girl" becomes about love and community. And yet, it's so bizarre! I love this movie. It's the feel bad movie of the year.
I think that living in a cold place also makes me think of it often. It captures winter well.