It's about loneliness.
David Lipsky (Jesse Eisenberg) writes for the Rolling Stone. He sees an article praising an author, David Foster Wallace (Jason Segel) and begs his boss to let him cover a writer for once. He interviews David on the last stop of his book tour in Minnesota, and at his home in Illinois.
This film is very quiet, very still, it flows easily from once scene to the next. It starts with the news of Wallace's suicide, a brilliant choice by the filmmakers to put it there, because everything Wallace says holds more weight now that you ultimately know where it ends. It's very tragic. The film is essentially like an extended interview between Wallace and Lipsky. It's mostly them conversing, and with the wrong actors, the film could've been a bore.
Luckily it didn't have that problem. Segel and Eisenberg are wonderful. Beyond wonderful, this is the best I've ever seen Segel. (Aside from him flapping his dick around in Forgetting Sarah Marshall because that was amazing) He plays Wallace so thoughtfully. He's also very believable when it comes to showing his addiction . Admittedly, I don't know much about the real David Foster Wallace, yet everything Segel did felt so true. Eisenberg is always reliable. He often gets typecast as the nerdy guy, but he has so much more to offer. This is another one of those films. Lipsky is a cordial guy, but he has a bit of a nasty side, which Eisenberg subtly shows here and there.
I also can't help but smile at seeing the Mall of America and Minnesota in a movie. I can also relate to all that snow.
Memorable Quote: "I don't even know if I like you yet." - David Foster Wallace (Jason Segel)