TBH anyone who cheats on Tracy Ullman with Victoria Jackson deserves a bullet in the head.
In the pantheon of Boomer Cringe, this mortifying proto-Crash (15 years before!) ranks somewhere between Jeb Bush’s “please clap” moment and Bruce Willis releasing blues music under the name Bruno. This is fascinating and deserves to be studied and written about but I’m not going to be the one to do it. Life is simply too short.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In college I took a playwriting class and my final project was a piece called Fighting. It was a collection of three scenes in which pairs of people are, yes, fighting. One was a violent physical altercation between two guys going at it after a botched robbery, one was a farce where two British men quibble about something (I genuinely forget), and one was, regretfully, a breakup scene between a couple who just can’t make it work because if memory serves…
The most conflicted I’ve been about a movie in a long time. On one hand it’s beautifully made and features the most heartbreakingly real performances by non-actors since The Florida Project, and on the other hand it feels like a dramatic Borat with a fake character or two plunged into a real world scenario that is actually affecting real people.
With the amount of actual nomads featured in this movie you’d think they could have just kept it a harrowing…