The Voices: even the genre is schizophrenic

This is the 4th post in my November writing challenge series. Yes, I’m a bit behind. I’m OK with that. Hope you are too.

Michelle has had the hots for Ryan Reynolds since Two Guys and a Girl, so when our Apple TV offered up The Voices as a “Top Movie”, the horror / psychological thriller / crime comedy become our Friday night entertainment.

It would be fair to describe it as Dexter meets Ted, which I say as a bigger fan of Dexter than of Ted.

We knew from the trailer that it was going to be bizarre, but we were still in disbelief when The Voices lurched from comedy to horror and back again. Given the main character (Jerry, played by Reynolds) is schizophrenic, and the movie carries us deeper and deeper into his alternate realities, this volatility makes sense, but it’s very confronting at times. Especially when there is blood. Lots of blood.

Most of the comedy is delivered through Jerry’s cat and dog, who provide the main “voices” through which he does battle with his delusional thoughts. Their good cop / bad cop routine moves briskly between hilarious, crude and dark, but as we get to know Jerry better, it’s increasingly tragic — these voices, after all, are torturing him and have made him (and several others) their victim.

I don’t know enough about schizophrenia to offer any comment on how realistic the portrayal of mental illness in The Voices might be, but I can say that Ryan Reynolds created deep sympathy for his character – while not diminishing or trivialising the horror he brought to those around him.

The ending of the movie is just weird.