2005/05/12

Riding the Bus With My Sister: Retard Histrionics Reach a New High/ Low

Not since Mickey Rooney slobbered his way to Emmy paydirt in 1981's haunting movie-of-the-week 'Bill' (and its overlooked follow-up, 'Bill: On His Own') has mankind received an affront so egregious; in brief: Rosie O'Donnell feigning Down's Syndrome by yelling out of the corner of her mouth in Angelica Huston's special-ed magnum opus 'Riding the Bus With My Sister.'

There are those who feel deep discomfort in cackling uncontrollably at such sights, as if there's some sort of implicit slight to retarded folks in doing so. But those of us who fully realize the towering obscenity of fading-profile celebrities showing off their nonexistant chops by "bravely" getting their 'tard on realize that the real insult is directed toward all of us, and perhaps the only defense we have left is to laugh.

2 Comments:

Blogger clarencecarter said...

I like marshmallows!!!!!

8:45 AM  
Blogger robbiefreeling8 said...

"You're not my mutha!"

A more truthful evocation of a very terrible illness than Rain Man, Anjelica Huston's Riding On the Bus With My Sister (or something) redefines a much-maligned subgenre for a new generation of anti-PC enthusiasts. Dramatically vibrant and touchingly drawn, Riding On Buses With Sisters makes one yearn for the days of Cliff Robertson's Charly and Mickey Rooney's humane treatment of a different kind of illness in Breakfast at Tiffany's. I'm glad that Rosie only had to look to her children for research; the result is staggering, life-affirming, and dreadfully REAL.(That sapphorific arm-stroking between Rosie and Andie really grabbed me by the balls.) Also, it's mercilessly brief and pop-culture savvy: the shock-cut from Rosie's father dying in the hospital to her excited bravado regarding marshmallows to the jolly busdriver reminded me of the early days of Godard and possibly Jean Rouch. Let's face it, anthropological studies like this one are in short supply. THANK YOU, CBS!

8:49 AM  

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