As I'm taking off my coat and boots, Harrison Ford is in my peripherals. He's wearing a suit. He's on an airplane.
"Are you guys watching Air Force One?" I ask, stashing my wet boots next to the heating vent.
"We are!" says David.
This proves that if there was ever a Name That Movie game show, I could rock the shit out of it. "I can name that movie in one frame, Tom!"
We've decided to shake it up a bit and take turns picking movies. Up until recently, it was a crunchy-granola process where we would hem and haw and ask what we were all feeling 'in the mood' for and we'd find something middle of the road and all sit back and enjoy something that we had probably all seen before. (Ocean's 11 and Red have frequent viewings in our home.)
This week, we've moved to a movie dictatorship. One of us decides which movie we're watching and the other two of us? Watch it. It's been working pretty well. We've seen award winning comedies and dramas and rip-your-heart-out-of-your-chest sentimental films. All great. Until Air Force One. This 1997 box office hit had us dumbfounded at the ham-fisted characters, dialogue and implausibility. It totally misses kissing the corner of camp, so you can't even revel in its true awfulness.
"I just feel bad for Glenn Close," says Rissa. "This dialogue is utter crap."
"I don't remember it being this bad," says David. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm just waiting until we get to 'Get off my plane!' " I say.
"When is that? Can we just fast forward to that?" asks Rissa.
And yet, in spite of our supreme dissatisfaction with the movie, we find ourselves compelled to finish it - our eyebrows touching the bridges of our noses - as we react to generally great actors (Paul Guilfoyle, Wendy Crewson, William H. Macy, Dean Stockwell, Bill Smitrovich, Philip Baker Hall) slog their way through a script that whacks you over the head. Every... Frickin'... Sentence. Gary Oldman, miraculously, manages to escape mostly unscathed as the Russian dissident and Harrison Ford doesn't have to say a lot of lines, and rocks out on the actiony bits, plus? He's Harrison Ford. Our favourite character? Future Postmaster General - played by Messiri Freeman who, we reckon, is the smartest person on the plane.
"She is a QUEEN," says Rissa. "I want more of her please."
When the Future Postmaster General parachutes to safety - we all applaud.
Rissa's take on it: Only upon reflection can you truly identify it as a terrible, terrible mistake.
ps. Seconds after the credits begin to roll, we cleanse our movie palates and put on the last 15 minutes of Airplane! (Which avoids the dated racist, sexist parts of THAT script.)
