There are some funny moments, and a few uniquely odd situations. Our protagonist, properly O. Horten, is a newly retired man who doesn’t really know what to do with himself. And so he lets stuff happen to him, and some of it is funny.
He searches all over an airport trying to find an old friend. He accidentally spends the night in a little boy’s room, and has to hide under the bed when the boy’s dad comes to get him in the morning. He takes a ride at dawn with a guy who swears he can drive blindfolded – but then drops dead at a stoplight.
The problem, though, is that “O’Horten” doesn’t really have a story to tie these scenes together. Yes, we have the basic premise of a retired guy who doesn’t know what to do with himself – a premise so often used lately (“About Schmidt,” “Cherry Blossoms,” among others) that it’s becoming a cliche. But Horten never seems to have an interior life – he is always ever just a guy to whom things happen – sometimes funny things, sometimes odd things. But without an interior life, a character arc, or any reason to care, all “O’Horten” amounts to is one darn thing after another.