I have to thank the Bad Tempered Zombie for putting me onto the flick Lars and the Real Girl????????. Had it not been for her review and encouragement, I probably would have given this flick a miss.

I mean, come on. A movie about a guy who falls for an inflato chick? Like yeah, I’m going to waste my precious movie-watching time on that.

True, this is the premise, but the subject matter is handled deftly and tastefully. It uses the central character Lars and his inflato chick Bianca to explore the territory of human pain and emotional dysfunction.

Lars (Ryan Gosling) is quiet and a loner. He lives in the garage of his brother (Paul Schneider) and sister in law (Emily Mortimer) who fret over his oddness. There is this girl at work Margo ( Kelli Garner) who for some inexplicable reason seems to fancy him.

The arm-chair shrink in me saw that Lars ordered the inflato chick Bianca as a stand-in for Margo whom he secretly fancies but cannot pursue due to his intimacy issues. Lars projects his love on Bianca, treating her like gold and never taking her honour, even though Bianca is anatomically correct and designed to have her honour taken.

Their relationship blossoms and Lars introduces her to the community around him, including a GP who is also a pychologist (Patricia Clarkson). There is something wrong with Bianca, Lars feels, and the doctor provides “treatments.” While Bianca rests, Lars and the doctor talk and the issues are revealed.

We feel the discomfort of the small town coming to grips with this seemingly bizarre relationship, but we also buy into the compassion they gradually show for Lars and his inflato chick.

This is perhaps the one part of the film that didn’t quite add up for me. For some reason, I couldn’t imagine a small-town, slightly redneck, churchy American community embracing a man’s relationship with his inflato chick. But this shortcoming is forgivable as the film does give air to the doubts, expressed convincingly by Lars’ older brother.

We see Lars progress through his issues and in so doing, gradually change his relationship with Bianca. This is sweet and at times uncomfortable, particularly when we see the couple fighting.

I won’t spoil the ending other than to say “there will be tears.”

It is a touching story of love that is sensitively rendered by director Craig Gillespie. I applaud him for not taking cheap route of sleaze that you might expect in a film about a man and his inflato chick.

And you will be comfortable watching this with your 11-year old daughter, well, comfortable if you’re prepared to answer the inevitable questions from the 11-year old about why we need inflato chicks anyway.

Gulp!