From a brief, unplanned hiatus, Heavy Movie Parking Lot returns to bring you more cutting social and cultural commentary! From out lofty highbrow tastes we stoop to experience the cinema of the hoi polloi! Who says peeps can’t change, huh?
OH WAIT, my bad, that’s simply the (gender-neutralised) tagline from the terrible movie we saw! My double bad, we see terrible movies all the time! And we talk about them ALL THE TIME. So to rephrase my rhetorical question above: Who says, “let’s go see the The Change-Up and then talk about it in the car park for thirty minutes and learn about ourselves and life in general?” Heavy Movie Parking Lot, that is who.
From the director The Wedding Crashers (2005) and the writers of The Hangover (2009), The Change-Up (2011) was predictably effing terrible. But if we Heavy Movie goers have to (or feel perversely compelled to) sit through 112 mintues of racist, sexist, homophobic garabge, you can count on us (or, me, rather) to find some nugget of retarded truth under a banana peel or turd somewhere in that disgusting pile.
The nugget of redemptive truth that one might get out of this utterly terrible film is by virtue of its being a body-swap comedy. The body-swap comedy speaks to, at once, both the absurdity and contingency of emodiment: those moments when we look in the mirror at our bodies and think, “I don’t feel like I look like this. How is this me? Is this me? What is me?” And we all know that schtick is both hilarious and terrifying. The Change-Up is mostly terrifying. But the fact that we have bodies is often hilarious. Fart joke? I am really grabbing at straws here.
This edition of HMPL is in its own way something of a change-up, though. For instance I am much louder than Tristan due to his having a cold at the time of recording and my having eaten two ice-creams earlier that day and probably being a little “hyper” as a result.
For all the platitudinous wisdom you could hope for, check out the full length downloadable version HERE. DO ENJOY.