• Planes, Trains and Automobiles (480/279)

    by  • 10/6/2011 • film • 0 Comments

    PLANES, TRAINS AND AUTOMOBILES – Ah, travel in the blissful pre-9/11 days. Of course, it’s also before cell phones and computerized reservations and internet. So, when you’re dropped off by the rental car shuttle and your car isn’t there? You have to walk back to the airport – across the highway, and across the runway…


    Neal (Steve Martin) may as well have started juggling machetes in the terminal while making bomb jokes for how bizarre that felt. I think everyone can still relate this skillful interaction with a car rental agent.

    You can give me a fucking automobile: a fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick! Four fucking wheels and a seat! I really donít care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isnít fucking there. And I really didnít care to fucking walk, down a fucking highway, and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

    I remember Del (John Candy) as more of an ignorant buffoon from the first time I saw this film. He’s a bit more world-weary than I recognized before; he’s incredibly sad and lonely and a distinct contrast to Neal, who initially develops as an entitled asshole who’s too good for everything and everyone around him. That’s what makes the end work so well; predictable but good.


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