Amy (Amick) is a put-upon orphan with horrible relatives and dubious taste in men. A nice college professor (Perkins) is not so nice. Horrible clothes and bad hair are sported. Amy has a fearful perception and makes the cloak into a tacky red dress. This leads to a high camp scene where Amy’s granny does down the stairs in her wheelchair. Then Amy’s skanky cousin steals the dress, does wild overacting and throttles her lunkhead slampiece (Brooks).
There is more vexatious behaviour as the dress is stolen by a crackwhore (Stone). Nobody holds their composure and there is angry laughter inducing dialogue. A cop (Ermey) growls and the professor goes on about animism. Amy and her horrible boyfriend Eddie (who can’t act) have a showdown. Amy can’t undress herself, things get OTT and there is a sequel hook. How does an inanimate object have a will of its own? This was very good if OTT and overwrought, there is no ethical complexity here.
“Their own natural decency.”
“Where is the dress now?”
“Imagine it in the hands of someone utterly evil, someone more vulnerable to its power than you are!”
There is violence, comedy, Martin Freeman, Emily Vancamp, an inaccurate UK funeral, Zemo and a stoned looking Ant Man (Paul Rudd). Iron Man makes it all about him and enjoys wholesale leisure as some of his colleagues end up in a maximum security undersea jail for doing their unstinting uncomplaining duty. There is plot illogic, loudness and this was emotionally deadened with prodigious fight scenes and self victimisation. There is fatuous discussion, moral chaos and private tensions. This wasn’t heartfelt or moving and was sadly unnervingly bland.
“Move. Or be moved.”
“Can you move your seat forward?”
“Let them come.”