“I’m a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else.”
I know what you think of me.
The pedant who sits on film festival juries.
The guy who can’t write an article without somehow connecting it with social issues, his background, or both.
Got me figured out, huh?
Well, let me tell you, I adore The Addams Family.
It was delightfully, gloriously silly, unafraid to revel on its own absurdity, what when you could be both elegant and doltish. With relish. Without being stupid.
If that wasn’t enough, it is about family, and belonging, and fucking over everyone who doesn’t care about who you are. Directed by Barry Sonnenfeld, of all people, who was a good two decades ahead of our time in giving us Wag The Dog the perfect prescient representation of where we’ve been stuck for about two decades now, and...
No, wait. That was Barry Levinson. Sonnenfeld made... um... Men in Black, I guess. And Wild, Wild West.
It was funny. It was harebrained. It knew what it was doing and it did it with relish.
Commitment should be cherished.