Grosse Pointe Blank
You know, this is hard for me. Grosse Pointe Blank is near perfect. There is so
much not-lame about this movie that you really have to nitpick to find any
disparaging things to say (or write) about it. But, as you all know by now, nitpicking
is one of my specialties.
Now, I know you all are thinking that I'm just gonna say something like, "You don't
even get to see Minnie Driver's rack," or some other such nonsense. Nay, I say, not
today.
Hey, that rhymed. Sorry, getting sidetracked...
The lame part of this movie is the doctor/patient relationship that John Cusak has
going on with his psychologist, which is such a tired gag now. I'll give credit to the
writers in noting that this was one of the first such movies, that I can think of,
making use of this comedic mechanism at work (reluctant psychotherapist meets
patient with seedy/shady life: a hit man, a mobster, etc.), long before The Sopranos
and those two movies with Billy Crystal and De Niro in them.
But dude, What About Bob came out like the year before and is the best movie ever
made with the aforementioned idea. So, though mildly amusing, the scenes
featuring Dr. Albright and John Cusak talking about 'feelings' and crap could easily
be replaced with pictures of Minnie Driver's boobies. I'm just saying.
You know, this is hard for me. Grosse Pointe Blank is near perfect. There is so
much not-lame about this movie that you really have to nitpick to find any
disparaging things to say (or write) about it. But, as you all know by now, nitpicking
is one of my specialties.
Now, I know you all are thinking that I'm just gonna say something like, "You don't
even get to see Minnie Driver's rack," or some other such nonsense. Nay, I say, not
today.
Hey, that rhymed. Sorry, getting sidetracked...
The lame part of this movie is the doctor/patient relationship that John Cusak has
going on with his psychologist, which is such a tired gag now. I'll give credit to the
writers in noting that this was one of the first such movies, that I can think of,
making use of this comedic mechanism at work (reluctant psychotherapist meets
patient with seedy/shady life: a hit man, a mobster, etc.), long before The Sopranos
and those two movies with Billy Crystal and De Niro in them.
But dude, What About Bob came out like the year before and is the best movie ever
made with the aforementioned idea. So, though mildly amusing, the scenes
featuring Dr. Albright and John Cusak talking about 'feelings' and crap could easily
be replaced with pictures of Minnie Driver's boobies. I'm just saying.
