For those seeking a non-chemical alternative to psychedelic drugs, there are the films of Bill Plympton. Cheatin’ is a fine example.
In this wordless animated film, Ella is a lovely young woman who meets Jake, a hunky mechanic, and the two crash into love. They devote themselves to one another, until one of them is led to believe that the other is cheating on the relationship, which leads to revenge cheating, which leads to all sorts of chaos involving a fantastic reality-shifting machine. Said machine is hardly out of place in this movie. Early on there is a hilarious extended set piece in a bumper car ride which leaves the laws of physics in a crumpled heap. We also get a couple of cameos by one of Plympton’s beloved manic dogs.
But along with this looniness there’s a lot of heart. These lovestruck lunkheads deserve better than what the universe is dishing out for them. They suffer real heartbreak, and the viewer can’t help but root for the two to find their way back together. In the nuttiest way possible, of course.
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Stretch is the story of a limo driver (Patrick Wilson) who owes big money to his bookie. He hopes to earn the money quickly by driving a hypereccentric billionaire (Chris Pine in thick facial foliage) around L.A. The film is deeply in love with its own cynicism. If you don’t slap your knees delightedly at the sight of three call girls in blackface, this movie may not be for you. I bailed after 40 minutes.