*NOTE: This post got a little personal – in a sappy way – so if you’re here for just some humor and some fast yuks, I understand if you want to skip this one*
*WARNING: This post ended up being strewn with digitally rendered images of actual photographs taken during the 1990s when THE IPC was young and skinny.*
Remember when Vince Vaughn was young and thin and kinda awesome and not a douchey wedding crasher or an old schooler or Santa Claus’ kid? Remember when he made fun character actor movies like this and THE CELL?
Remember when Joaquin Phoenix wasn’t a bearded assface who made movies like this and 8MM and, to some extent, GLADIATOR??
Remember when Janeane Garofalo was a hot commodity and kind of – well – hot – in that indy, Natalie-Merchant-is-fading-away type of way? Remember MYSTERY MEN?? AAAAHHHH… sweet nostalgia….
That’s the feeling I got watching this for the first time in years the other day. Nostalgia. The 90s were a weird time for me. I graduated High School in 90 (yep, I’m old). High School was a cinch and I remember me and Scrotey just hanging out all of the time drinking beer, trying to figure out how to make it with the ladies and you still had the protection of your mom (parents) and had no goddamned fucking bills to pay. Then I had to move out – which sounds weird because, I think, kids today stay at home for many, many years – and I had to get a job and go to college. That was fun and all because we had that rent house and we partied like mother fuckers and it was all fun and games until someone got hurt. Let me see if I can find some sort of fun photographs of the time…
Then, after college life began to suck. For four years I wallowed in misery managing that fucking restaurant, working 16 hour days seven days a week, hating my fucking life. Then, one day, after the lunch shift, I was off drinking at this other restaurant to kill the pain and I ran into and old friend of mine who remarked how shitty I looked and told me to get a job where he works – so I did – and starting March 1, 1999 things began to look up. I was living with a girl at the time and she was cheating on me so I dumped her sorry ass and a different old friend moved in with me and before too long I met the beautiful person who would become MRS. THE IPC and she totally saved my life!
I remember sitting around watching this with Rob (my roommate) – as my life was starting to get better, so when I watched it again the other day I was moony with nostalgia of a certain time in my life when I was starting to learn to not feel ashamed of myself. Well, fuck, where has this gone? Someone get me a fucking tissue…
As for this movie – it’s a fun semi-noir about this dude (Phoenix) who just can’t seem to catch a break, especially when it comes to chicks and – of course – dead bodies. In comes Vaughn as a snappily dressed, fast talking drifter who just complicates things even more. It also doesn’t help that he’s a serial killer (that’s no spoiler). Garofalo is actually pretty funny in her dry way and if you have my sense of humor, Scott Wilson is a crack up. This also has Jackie Chiles from Seinfeld : )Sorry to get all droopy on you – hopefully I’ll be back to form tomorrow : )