"Go ahead and cash it." Fathers with federal reserve notes
If quintessential American archetypes can be likened to grammatical correspondences, Peter Berg gets the declension right in his 98 dark comedy Very Bad Things, mostly due to Slater and Diaz pulling weight on the rest of the ensemble. There is a little bit of Fargo here in the mix, without the far north accent, but it is a good steal, leaving the narrative unharmed through its imitative exaggeration. Americans tend to be less methodical, more reactive, in yet another end of century send up flaunting emotionalism back at us, in a satirical expose with amusing veracity, kidding ourselves about a little negligent homicide and multiple murder sprees which follow, with Favreau just clueless enough to make the ending seem like a legitimate consequence.
Laughing at the consequence of crippling effects, piled on as an insurmountable internment, is just fine. The activists code it among themselves, a coping mechanism.
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