As grim and unnecessarily dour as the poster would suggest.

God, I miss Alan Rickman.

"How did it feel, strapping that thing to your back and flying like a bat out of hell?"

"Well, it's the closest I'll ever get to heaven, Mr. Hughes."

What an exciting, uncynical, legitimately fun this movie still is, 22 years after the fact.

I think that maybe the best part of this incredible film is Jon Brion's drum-heavy build-up to the phone call between Sandler and PSH. It knows how explosive the call is, and it knows how explosive we want the call to be.

My God, what a movie.