How To Disappear Completely

yeah, it's a classic. a bit raunchy, but for the most part so deadpan it's worth it. this is one of those watch-with-the-cousins-when-you've-eaten-too-many-cookies movies....

I really like the part where the woman is crying, and the main character asks her what's wrong, and she says she is going to die without ever getting married. Then another woman comes in and says something like it doesn't look good, but at least I have a husband. The other woman bursts into tears again. Hilarious.

I suppose I should feel horrible about laughing at things like the heart transplant patient's IV being ripped from her arm by the guitar-playing stewardess or else the fact that the doctor must interupt a gynecologist exam in order to render aid to the food poisoned pilots in the cockpit or that the subsequently unconscious pilots are then unceremoniously dragged down the aisle while the passengers are eagerly looking out into the dark and stormy night to see if they can see Topeka...but I confess it all. It's so absurd, ridiculous, and bizarre I just have to laugh.

And yes Heidi, that moment was classic.

PS Another note about the blue screen: you know how you've watched so many Hitchcock films with the characters driving the car and the countryside streaming fakely behind them...well, when Kramer rushes to render ground support at the airport, that fake looking background is there, but wildly careening back and forth and then from no where cowboys run a cattle herd by...it just seems like a trick that some special effects guy had drempt of since he first learned how to splice. Anyway, I'm off to fencing practice now.

"Over."
"Yes, it's Captain Oeuver."

It's funny, but it tries a bit too hard. It's kind of like a less-inhibited live-action version of the Simpsons.

And about the raunchiness - it's probably one of the reasons PG-13 was invented. Not a big deal, but the breast shot, for one, was really unnecessary.

...and the automatic pilot gag was a bit much, too.

This conversation is beginning to remind me of a PluggedIn review (or other Christian-perspective review) in which all the objectionable material is listed in minute detail so that if you happened to miss it while actually watching the film, you'll be sure to know to what depths of depravity you had really sunk. This is an exaggeration, to be sure, but it demonstrates the inherent irony I often find in those reviews. On a Christian website designed to keep minds and hearts pure, you find psuedo-porn.

And I don't know if it's too much, Evan; I am still laughing over lines that I had forgotten at the time I wrote this entry. Perhaps it diminishes the overall effect if every moment's a classic, but the movie is certainly keeping me entertained after the fact. Whether I am still chuckling to myself in a week or a month or a year remains yet to be seen, of course.