I ask myself what exactly is the point of me recommending a movie. There are hundreds, if not thousands of movies worth watching and really any one of them would make for a couple hours well spent. Throw a rock in a Blockbuster Video and you’ll probably hit a movie worth your time. Well, you would if this were twenty years ago when Blockbusters were still a thing, you’ll probably just hit a raccoon nowadays. So then, there must be some value beyond whatever choice I make being a Good Movie that must be determined. That value then is me.
Who am I? Well, if you’re reading this you most likely already know me, whether from the podcast or otherwise from this sorry existence we call life. Otherwise, let me introduce myself and specifically my bonafides for making a movie recommendation. Hello, I’m Andrew and I watch movies. If you need further assurances to my value as a movie recommender, well I don’t owe you anything. Go listen to the podcast or otherwise stalk me for more information. If you are unsatisfied with that answer, well I doubt you would have gotten much from a movie recommendation from a person you don’t know nor care to learn about.
I have stalled long enough. I must now recommend a movie. Shit. Fine, the first movie I will ever recommend is this: Arsenic and Old Lace.
A Frank Capra comedy from the forties, Arsenic and Old Lace is one of my favorite all time movies. Pitch black in tone and routinely absurd, this film serves as a palette made to color madness across the pliant face of Cary Grant. He plays a newlywed husband who brings his wife to meet his family; who include two serial killing old ladies, his brother who’s an escaped murderer with the face of Frankenstein as well as his creepy constant companion, the plastic surgeon who keeps trying (and failing) to fix it, and his other brother who is convinced he’s President Theodore Roosevelt. Grant must juggle all of these homicidal balls in the air; trying to keep his family’s true nature secret from his new wife while also trying to keep her and everyone else who wanders by from being murdered. It’s a joy from start to finish as well as a relief to know that, even if it is in fiction, there are worse examples of meeting the in-laws than what I personally have experienced.