Got to enjoy one of my favourite films, Planes, Trains, & Automobiles.  In it’s own way, it’s an extremely well done film. Critically, what can anyone say, but it’s an awfully small world with a lot of ground to cross. Sense of humour required :-P.

Combine the tightest prick this side of Chicago with the worlds most annoying shower curtain salesman, and the inevitable twists of fate, and you’ve got the holiday trip home from hell. Much of the things that go wrong for Neal Page and Del Griffith, you could only choose to laugh at or cry about, if they ever happened to you, which they finally break down laughing on the “Highway”, once things finally go up in flames. It’s just something you’ve gotta sit through and watch to enjoy, while being thankful you’re not these two poor schleppen.

For how little it’s been on air over the past decade, I’ve been very happy to see it on often this past year. The movie also illustrate one of the few things, I actually like about English:

Car Rental Agent: [cheerfully] Welcome to Marathon, may I help you?

Neal: Yes. 

Car Rental Agent: How may I help you? 

Neal: You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosey, fucking, cheeks! Then 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! 

Car Rental Agent: I really don’t care for the way you’re speaking to me. 

Neal: And I really don’t care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn’t fucking there. And I really didn’t 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!

Car Rental Agent: May I see your rental agreement? 

Neal: I threw it away. 

Car Rental Agent: Oh boy. 

Neal: Oh boy, what? 

Car Rental Agent: You’re fucked!

You can stream together arbitrary amounts of profanity, until you finally calm down lol.