ON ABOUT SCHMIDT
Dear Undugu
How are you? The Duke is well.
I have just saw this here film what is called About Schmidt
starring Jack Nicholson, and which is directed by the young man
who calls himself Alexander Payne.
If you’ve seen the works of Wes Anderson, then you’ll have some
idea of what this Payne character is like. The path Anderson took
from Rushmore to The Royal Tennebaums would appear to be similar
to the one Payne has taken, leading him from the delightful
Election, to the even more delightful About Schmidt. I’m guessing
they both ended up in the same town, but probably stayed in
different hotels. Just like Anderson’s efforts, Payne has gone
from a very funny and highly intelligent teen-centric comedy, to
a very moving, subtle and quirky “adult” type comedy.
What this is all about is this character by the name of Warren
Schmidt. Mr Schmidt is mighty pissed off, and generally
frustrated by the mundanity of his life. He doesn’t care that he
was in The Shining, Undugu, in fact he probably hasn’t even seen
it. Even if he did, he’d probably still prefer the TV Mini-Series.
After all, Undugu, it was closer to the source material.
But what happens is that a tragedy befalls Mr Schmidt, and so he
goes off on a road trip, during which he meets some delightful
hippies, and also Kathy Bates from Misery gets naked and feels
him up. In addition, he gets a message from the heavens in the
form of a shooting star.
I don’t speak shooting star, and there was no subtitles, but I’m
guessing the message that the shooting star delivered was very
positive, since Warren Schmidt smiles for a long time afterwards.
Maybe it told him a joke, perhaps about three paddies and a
lesbian, but that would be an act of downright speculation,
Undugu, and I’m not prepared to do that. Possibly in the future,
but right now I’m just not the type of motherfucker who
speculates about things.
This Jack Nicholson fella turns in a remarkable performance,
Undugu, so much so that he proves himself to be more than just a
great golfer. He is in fact a great actor too. You may have seen
The Witches Of Eastwick. He was in that too. The one who was the
devil. That was him, Undugu.
And even though this is all about the subtleties and the low-
keyness of it all, that doesn’t mean there aren't plenty of laugh-
out-loud moments, Undugu, in fact you’ll probably piss yourself
is what I’m guessing. For example, Schmidt tries to lie on a
water bed at one point, and ends up wrestling with the damn
thing, trying to get himself into a comfortable position.
I wouldn’t lie to you Undugu, it’s motherfucking hilarious.
But it’s also very sad. In fact, honest to suffering fuck,
Undugu, The Duke cried at the end of it, I’m not afraid to admit
it, unlike the time I allegedly laughed at Spy Hard. That was a
motherfucking fabrication, Undugu.
Anyway, the story is told mostly via Schmidt’s narration. He
writes letters see, to this orphan he has adopted via a third-
world charity. I can’t remember the child’s name, Undugu, but
Warren Schmidt’s letter’s to this off-screen centre of events are
damn well heartbreaking.
Anyway, Undugu, just thought I would let you know, since this
here is a film I would gladly recommend all to see.
Cheers Undugu.
Contact The Duke Via Electronical Email
How are you? The Duke is well.
I have just saw this here film what is called About Schmidt
starring Jack Nicholson, and which is directed by the young man
who calls himself Alexander Payne.
If you’ve seen the works of Wes Anderson, then you’ll have some
idea of what this Payne character is like. The path Anderson took
from Rushmore to The Royal Tennebaums would appear to be similar
to the one Payne has taken, leading him from the delightful
Election, to the even more delightful About Schmidt. I’m guessing
they both ended up in the same town, but probably stayed in
different hotels. Just like Anderson’s efforts, Payne has gone
from a very funny and highly intelligent teen-centric comedy, to
a very moving, subtle and quirky “adult” type comedy.
What this is all about is this character by the name of Warren
Schmidt. Mr Schmidt is mighty pissed off, and generally
frustrated by the mundanity of his life. He doesn’t care that he
was in The Shining, Undugu, in fact he probably hasn’t even seen
it. Even if he did, he’d probably still prefer the TV Mini-Series.
After all, Undugu, it was closer to the source material.
But what happens is that a tragedy befalls Mr Schmidt, and so he
goes off on a road trip, during which he meets some delightful
hippies, and also Kathy Bates from Misery gets naked and feels
him up. In addition, he gets a message from the heavens in the
form of a shooting star.
I don’t speak shooting star, and there was no subtitles, but I’m
guessing the message that the shooting star delivered was very
positive, since Warren Schmidt smiles for a long time afterwards.
Maybe it told him a joke, perhaps about three paddies and a
lesbian, but that would be an act of downright speculation,
Undugu, and I’m not prepared to do that. Possibly in the future,
but right now I’m just not the type of motherfucker who
speculates about things.
This Jack Nicholson fella turns in a remarkable performance,
Undugu, so much so that he proves himself to be more than just a
great golfer. He is in fact a great actor too. You may have seen
The Witches Of Eastwick. He was in that too. The one who was the
devil. That was him, Undugu.
And even though this is all about the subtleties and the low-
keyness of it all, that doesn’t mean there aren't plenty of laugh-
out-loud moments, Undugu, in fact you’ll probably piss yourself
is what I’m guessing. For example, Schmidt tries to lie on a
water bed at one point, and ends up wrestling with the damn
thing, trying to get himself into a comfortable position.
I wouldn’t lie to you Undugu, it’s motherfucking hilarious.
But it’s also very sad. In fact, honest to suffering fuck,
Undugu, The Duke cried at the end of it, I’m not afraid to admit
it, unlike the time I allegedly laughed at Spy Hard. That was a
motherfucking fabrication, Undugu.
Anyway, the story is told mostly via Schmidt’s narration. He
writes letters see, to this orphan he has adopted via a third-
world charity. I can’t remember the child’s name, Undugu, but
Warren Schmidt’s letter’s to this off-screen centre of events are
damn well heartbreaking.
Anyway, Undugu, just thought I would let you know, since this
here is a film I would gladly recommend all to see.
Cheers Undugu.
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