Like take a minute to imagine all the petty drama that went on in Rapture. Julie Langford was almost shot over some bees, Anna Culpepper, Sander Cohen, and to an extent Grace Holloway verbally bitch-slapped each other in their music all the time, Frank Fontaine gets it on with Brigid Tenenbaum, his employee and the person who discovered the key to Rapture’s downfall.
Just fucking look at Jack! Andrew Ryan’s son he had cheating on his GF with a stripper, who sold the embryo to the ruthless employees of Ryan’s most hated business competition who then dies and comes back with a secret identity.
I mean come on it’s all sitcom worthy if not telenovela.
There’s this one moment in Tom Goes to the Mayor, where, in the mayor’s office, there’s this extension cord that’s taped to the wall, going into the other room. That’s the core of what we think is funny: just the shittiness of life. Shitty products and shitty commercials and how people are shitty to each other.
Jingle All The Way might be a movie about the very worst aspects of Christmas – rampant commercialism, shitty parades, Phil Hartman trying like hell to have sex with your wife – but, at its core, it’s a story about the importance of being a good parent to your child. Which makes it doubly a shame that at least one parent-child relationship in the movie is destined to end in tragedy, because Sinbad’s life is fucked.