I had three movies from Netflix sitting on my desk for so long that I had simply forgotten to watch them. Last Friday, I watched all three, and liked every one of them.
The first movie was Dude, Where’s My Car?. I put this movie in expecting it to be ridiculous and unenjoyable. Within the first ten minutes, I was pleasantly surprised to find it ridiculously funny. It’s today’s version of Bill & Ted, featuring two idiots who stumble through their own mistakes and impossible situations. The two heroes wake up with no recollection of the previous evening, which means no memory of where their car is. It also happens to be the one-year anniversary of them dating “the twins.” While the humor is almost entirely physical comedy and low-brow jokes, I was laughing my ass off. When the movie ended, I watched it again with the commentary on, and that was even funnier. There’s a chance that I may actually buy this movie.
The second movie was A Dirty Shame, featuring Tracy Ullman and Johnny Knoxville. It’s a film by Jon Waters (Pink Flamingos, Serial Mom) and is almost a throwback to his earlier films with it’s subject matter. The movie about Tracy Ullman’s character receiving a concussion and becoming a sex addict, led down the path to sexual freedom by a tow truck driver, Ray Ray (Knoxville), and his eleven “apostles.” Ullman becomes number twelve, and she is the one who is destined to discover a previously unknown sexual act. The movie shows no sex at all, yet received an NC-17 rating for “Pervasive Sexual Content.” I guess talking about for two hours is as bad as showing it. If you ever wanted to know what Feltching, a Plate Job, or a Pay Day was, then this is the movie to educate you. The movie is non-stop laughs, despite the crude content.
The third movie in the pile was Love, Actually. There are too many stars in the movie to name. I watched this movie once and didn’t really like it. About two hours later, I realized I was still pondering it, so I put it back in. The story is actually several stories rolled into one. Throughout the movie, the scenes bounce between different people and show the ups and downs of their relationships. Some of them were typical Hollywood relationships. Boy meets girl. Boy sends girl away because she interferes with his concentration working as Prime Minister of England. Boy chases after girl to woo her, a la Richard Gere in Pretty Woman. Some of them, though, are REAL relationships. One of them, with Alan Rickman (one of my favorite actors) goes something like this: Boy marries girl, Temptress tempts boy, Girl finds out, Girl cries, Boy is sad. Another one is even better: Girl loves boy. Boy loves girl. Girl says nothing. Boy says nothing. Boy and Girl hook up at Christmas party only to be interrupted by phone call from girl’s mentally unhealthy brother. Girl leaves hook-up because she loves her brother. (Not in a dirty way!)
Love, Actually is a movie that I am going to buy, and watch again and again until the disc get scratched beyond viewing. (Thank you, Virgina Belle, for recommending it to me.) I’m willing to forgive the Hollywood Love in it for the Real Love.
Since I’m on the subject of movies about Real Love, if any of you guys know of other movies like this, let me know. High Fidelity is number one on my Top 5 List for this subject matter.