by Gene Siskel (RIP)
Angels with
Angles, Scott Lane's new film opening at the Laemmle in Los Angeles
this week, is a masterpiece, and I'm not saying that just because Satan is
holding my children hostage. Oh yeah, I'm in hell. No critics go to heaven,
don'tcha know. That's what makes it heaven. They wouldn't show Angels with
Angles to me in hell because it would be too pleasurable. In hell, all I
get to see are Jean-Claude Van Damme films (one of which, In Hell, is
particularly appropriate), so special arrangements had to be made for me to
sneak into a screening in heaven.
Sneaking into heaven is harder than it looks. Security is
tighter than Roger Ebert's belt after a night at an all-you-can-eat Swedish
meatball festival. Luckily there are lots of studio make-up artists in hell, so
I was able to sneak in as Mother Teresa. There was a full body cavity search
during which they discovered that Mother Teresa was apparently a man, but St.
Peter didn't look surprised. "A lot of nuns are men," he said before issuing me
my security pass and giving me his personal business card with a note on the
back inviting me up to his hotel room after work for a bottle of Blue
Nun.
Theaters are a lot better in heaven, not like the cineplexes
in hell, where whatever film you're watching, you can hear the film next door
just as loud. Theaters in heaven are the extravagant old baroque movie
palaces, complete with grand staircases, chandeliers, and ushers - actually
cherubs with wings and flashlights.
There was a red carpet leading
to the lobby, surrounded by Klieg lights and banners for the start of the
Heavenly "Top Ten" Festival. I settled into my seat with a bag of popcorn,
marveling that even in heaven, they don't use real butter. The lights went down,
the curtain went up, and the film began.
Rodney Dangerfield's last performance! Frank Gorshin's
last performance! George Burns' first after-life performance! I feel like I died
and went to heaven! Which I did! The first thing I
noticed about Angels with Angles was that Jean-Claude Van Damme wasn't
in it, which already made it the best film I've seen since I died.
Frank Gorshin as George Burns in Angels
with Angles
According to the film, heaven
is a "non-smoking paradise," which makes it less than heaven for level-one
angel, George Burns (the amazing Frank Gorshin), who misses his precious
stogies. He also misses Gracie Allen, who's already grown her wings and
graduated to level-six while he's stuck in level-one. It turns out God (Rodney
Dangerfield) has been cutting down on George's angel status because
all the angels keep mistaking George for him. Just like in real life, God's got
a bit of an ego problem (which is probably why he's keeping Sigmund Freud in
hell).
George makes a deal with God.
If he helps a mortal stay on the right path, he'll not only get to smoke as much
as he wants, but he'll be able to join Gracie in level-six. Voila! Divine
intervention!
Shoomie (Scott Lane) is the slob George has to help, and
he needs it. He's a songwriter whose last hit, Kinky Kinky, hasn't
produced any residuals in years. Lane charms his way through a role of a guy
with none. He's perfected self-loathing as a performance art. He needs a shave,
he needs a job, he needs a girlfriend, and he needs George Burns stepping out of
his TV like a hole in the head. Soon Burns ends up joining Shoomie and his edgy
pal Howie (David Proval from The Sopranos) in an escapade to Miami
involving Castro's stolen cigars, counter-revolutionaries with guns (Julie
Carmen and Henry Darrow), Fidel's elite guard, ditsy housewives, thieving pond
scum, and Gurus with personality defects (Frank Gorshin again).
One of the best things about Angels with Angles are the celebrity guest
appearances. It has cameos galore, Mae West, W.C. Fields, and the Marx Brothers,
enough to make any film buff's heart go pitty pat, unless it was removed during
an autopsy like mine. Einstein, who just happened to be sitting right next to
me, thought the guy who played him in the movie didn't look anything like him,
but George Burns, who was sitting behind us, swore up and down that
Frank Gorshin should get an Oscar.
I was sure I saw Jerry Mathers
(the Beaver) in the "Gone but not Forgotten" Lounge in the eighth level of hell
but I must have been mistaken. He's still alive and in Angels with
Angles along with Dwayne Hickman, Soupy Sales, Adam West, Frank Stallone,
Zelda Rubenstein (the diminutive "house" exorcist in Poltergeist) and
Richard Moll, making this a perfect film for playing a game of "where've I seen
that face before?" Donald (Hide the Dog) Marino did a particularly fine job
memorizing his lines as Harpo Marx. Here's another fun game you can play while
watching Angels with Angels. Down one Red Bull every time you see
someone you recognize and you'll get wings, unless you're already in heaven
in which case they're superfluous.
The heavenly revival circuit is
much better than the one in hell, where all the prints are scratchy and the
soundtracks messed up. The only version of Van Damme's Cyborg that's
ever shown in hell is dubbed into Portuguese with Farsi subtitles, so
I stuck around heaven as long as I could. In
heaven, all films are shown with pristine prints in their original language. I
ended up catching a lot of other movies I hadn't seen in a long time. Among the
other films joining Angels with Angles in the heavenly top ten are
Warren Beatty's Heaven can Wait, Albert Brook's Defending Your
Life, Wings of Desire (in hell, all we get to see is Shwings
of Desire, starring a Van Damme look-alike), Beetlejuice,
Bedazzled (the original), Bill and Ted's Bogus Adventure,
Monty Python's The Meaning of Life, that episode of The
Simpsons where Homer goes to heaven, and mysteriously, Die Hard,
presumably because it takes place on Christmas eve. Apparently God's a real
Bruce Willis fan. I inquired why It's a Wonderful Life wasn't on the
list and was told that everyone in heaven had already seen it too many times on
television, so seeing it again would be too big a slice of hell for their
delicate sensibilities.
All good things must come to an end, which means the
Bush administration might go on forever. I decided to make a dramatic exit, took
off my disguise, and loudly announced to anyone who cared, "Look, I'm Gene
Siskel, I'm a critic, and I'm in heaven." I was promptly maced by a cherub and
dragged down to the eternal pit of fire and damnation, where I am now, typing
this into a computer. In hell, all computers use Windows 98, so let's hope you
don't get this review with a virus. All I can say is if Frank Gorshin doesn't
get a posthumous Oscar nomination for his astounding portrayal of George Burns,
there is no God.
Oh, and Roger? Roeper sucks. See you soon.
Heavenly Cryptogram of
the Week
Answer below
Angels with
Angles, Lies, Lies, and More Lies
by Chester Gigolo: Honorary Chairman of the
God-Fearing Atheists of America
This film is an insult to atheists everywhere. Not only
do rational atheists have to do battle with those who think God is a bearded old
man in the sky who watches everything we do, now we have to do battle with those
who think God is Rodney Dangerfield, a stand-up comic famous for his addiction
to cocaine and prostitutes. So let's get this straight. God is not anything like
Rodney Dangerfield because God doesn't exist, and if he did, he hasn't done any
coke since his college years.
On the other hand, Rodney Dangerfield definitely
exists, and I can prove it. Just watch Caddyshack. Proving God's
existence is another thing altogether. It's a matter of faith, and not the
prostitute named Faith whom Rodney had a thing for, even though she shouted
"Oh God oh God" every time he was with her.
Angels with Angles perpetuates the myth that
heaven is a place where good dead people gather to have fun, and conversely,
that hell is a place where bad dead people gather to have misery. Nothing could
be further from the truth. Heaven doesn't exist and dead people, good or bad,
don't do anything but decompose. If it was writer/director/star Scott Lane's
purpose to show how ridiculous the Judeo-Christian version of the afterlife is,
he did a good job. But if it was his purpose to show that good deeds can
actually reserve you a bit of eternal bliss, he can go to hell, if it exists,
which it doesn't.
I also question whether George Burns would have actually
gone out of his way to spend more time with Gracie Allen. Maybe he was sick of
her. After all, it was George Burns himself who said "Happiness is having a
large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city."
The makers of this film clearly believe in God. As a
member of the Jehovah's Witness Protection Program, that means everybody
involved in this film must stay at least 50 feet away from me or I can have them
arrested.
Since any ultimate
reality like God is probably unknowable, I really can't commit to believing in
either the existence or non-existence of angels who smoke cigars, or whether
this film is any good or not. Quantum mechanics shows that the world
isn't as logical as we thought, so movies that make absolutely no sense are the
only ones that accurately reflect reality. Since Angels with Angles
makes sense, it's clearly fiction, which proves there is no God unless it cleans
up at the box office.
Lane got one thing right. In Hollywood, just like
Rodney, God can't get any respect.
Dueling Quotes
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Happy is the man that findeth
wisdom,
and the man that getteth
understanding.
- Proverbs 3:13
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For in much wisdom is much grief;
and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth
sorrow.
- Ecclesiastes 1:18
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Those that seek me early shall find
me.
- Proverbs 8:17
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Then shall they call upon me but I will not
answer;
they shall seek me early, but shall not
find me.
- Proverbs 1:28
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Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord...
Wealth and riches shall be in his
house...
- Psalms 112:1-3
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It is easier for a camel to go through the
eye of a needle,
than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of
God.
- Matthew 19:24
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Kabbalah View of Angels with Angles
by Eddie Zohar: Astrologist,
Numerologist, Crystologist, and Madonna's faux henna tattoo
artist
Angels with Angles
presents us with a particularly wacked-out variation of the traditional Kabbalah
view of the afterlife. Though the makers of this film have clearly done
their spiritual homework, the Kabbalah neglects to inform us that to create a
Golem, all you have to do is raise money to make an independent film.
I know what you're thinking. Is the Kabbalah a legitimate
part of the Jewish Religion, an obscure form of Hebrew mysticism, or, as the
Catholics think, just Gnostic heresy practiced by new age Wiccans? If none
of the Kabbalistic writings were considered inspired by the Council of Jamnia in
the 2nd century AD, which formally set the canon of Hebrew scripture,
then why has it turned into a multi-million dollar industry? And what do
the Jamnia have to say about it anyway? Doesn't Kabbalism date much further back
than the Medieval Era, predating Moses and Christ? And since officially
only men can study Kabbalah, is Madonna actually a man? Angels with
Angles doesn't even come close to answering these questions.
While Catholics are bogged down reading St. John of the Cross
or Catherine of Sienna or some of the other ridiculous Catholic mystics, us
Kabbalists are mainlining ancient scripture we won't even let you see unless
you're a celebrity. After all, they need spiritual guidance more than the rest
of us poor slobs who work for them.
Just look at George Burns in
this movie. He gives more guidance than he gets and still ends up dead. And
Shoomie comes back from the dead, not because he learned anything, not because
the first time we see him he's splayed out on the floor like the crucified
Jesus, but because he pulls a con on a heavenly gatekeeper. What's wrong with
these people? Hollywood is the new Sodom and Gomorrah and needs to be wiped off
the earth like a pestilential hellhole in the final moments of Rapture and
Armageddon.
But I digress. When the Kabbalah doesn't work for me, or in
between the times I'm allowed an audience with her majesty in order to scribble
on her hands, I look to other stars for guidance. The Love Goddess Venus is in
passionate Scorpio right now, ready to unleash her seductive powers upon all who
bask in her glow. But isn't she in opposition to Mars in Taurus, the "I'm
in no hurry" lover? Doesn't this push-pull aspect actually energize
relationships, but only if you reach out when your love interest is receptive?
Angels with Angles doesn't even come close to answering these
questions.
Angels with
Angels proves that a Golem isn't
necessarily an undead servant from the corpse of a deceased loved one. It can be
a comedy.
Short Story of the
Week
"Damn," a voice said. "I'm
still alive."
"Who is that?" Ritchie Castleman asked.
"It's me, Moses Grelich," a voice inside him
said.
Grelich? Ritchie had heard that name somewhere before. Then
he remembered. Grelich was the body he had bought to live his new life
in.
Grelich said, "I was supposed to be dead. They promised me
I'd be dead."
"That's right," Ritchie said. "I remember now. You sold your
body to me. And I was supposed to have bare-bones possession of
it."
"But I am still in it. It's still my body."
"I don't think so," Ritchie said. "Even if you are still in
it, you sold it to me. It's my body now..."
...Just yesterday he had opted
for the newly developed choice of putting his mind into a new body. This had
become necessary when his congenital heart defect suddenly started acting up.
There had been no time to lose. He had gone to Mind Movers Technology Company,
and found that they had one body he could take over immediately. Moses Grelich
had decided to opt for self-obliteration, to sell his body, and to leave his
money to Israel.
Yesterday the operation had
taken place.
Extraneous
Editorial
Killing Me Softly
by Michael Dare
Okay, let me get this straight. Going to a priest
and confessing your sins absolves you of them, but actually changing your ways
and becoming a better person gets you the
needle?
The death penalty is wrong in so many ways that
the only way to be for it is to throw rationality out the window. Once you go
through all the facts, that it doesn't deter crime, that states with the death
penalty have a higher murder rate, that it actually costs more to execute
someone than to keep them in jail for life, that we're one of the only countries
left in the civilized world that does such a thing, and that it sends the
confusing message that murder is bad so if you do it we'll murder you, the only
excuses left are "they deserve to die" and "revenge is sweet."
Not that there aren't people who deserve to die.
There just aren't any people with the right to decide who deserves to die, other
than relatives of the dying with that right bestowed upon them by the
incapacitated. I would say that anyone who thinks that Terri Schiavo deserved to
live while Stan Tookie Williams deserves to die is out of their fucking mind.
Of course the one thing the Schiavo and Williams
cases have in common is a governor who gets to poke his nose in someone's
eternal soul. Florida's Jeb Bush decided the Schiavo case warranted the presence
of his proboscis. Now California's Arnold Schwarzenegger gets to decide whether
or not to commute the death sentence of an ex-gang member who may or may not
have actually killed some people but who, as founder of the Crips, certainly
encouraged others to do so, and has completely changed his ways, helping street
kids to do anything but join a gang. Williams' life is right there in Arnold's
overdeveloped Terminator hands. I bet when Williams saw Conan the
Barbarian, it didn't occur to him that the muscle-bound monster of
aggression on the screen would some day get to decide if he lived or
died.
Charles Manson is a gibbering idiot. The last time
I saw him on TV in an interview with Tom Snyder, he gave the most convincing
impersonation of a raving lunatic I've ever seen. If Manson wrote a book, it would be called "How to Get
Innocent People to Do Your Evil Bidding" and it would be a must read for
all politicians, but apparently Chuck's literary ambitions are locked up in that
little part of his mind where his conscience used to be.
We're keeping Charlie alive.
All the arguments the lawyers are making are
beside the point. They're not arguing that it's just plain wrong. It doesn't
make any difference if Stan Tookie Williams is guilty or innocent; any
government taking the lives of its own citizens, much less foreign
citizens, is an atrocity.
Once a species becomes self-aware, evolution becomes less random and more
voluntary. The next step in human evolution is when we voluntarily stop killing
each other. Tookie has resolved to stop killing which makes him higher evolved
than those who would do him in. Those who don't believe in evolution want to
stop people from evolving since it disproves their thesis, thus only those who
believe in God want to kill Tookie, despite the pesky commandment that says thou
shalt not.
Satan says go ahead and kill 'em. Anything that
brings out mankind's baser instincts is good for Satan. God says keep 'em alive.
Since life on earth is hell and there is no heaven, the life penalty is worse
than the death penalty.
We own our lives, not the government. Do you
really want your government, not just the present government, but any other
potentially wacky group of religious co-conspirators who happen to find
themselves in power, to have the power of life and death over YOU? Do you give
them the right to take you out for any reason whatsoever? One day its murderers
and rapists, the next day its gays and pot smokers, then Jews and blacks, and
inevitably absolutely everybody who disagrees with them. It's a slope slipperier
than a slug in Vaseline. The only place to draw the line that keeps every
citizen safe is right at the beginning. The government can't kill anybody.
Period.
Okay, if there's a sniper on a tall building
picking off innocent people he needs to be dealt with, but even then there are
non-lethal ways of doing it. Killing people to protect the public is the same
lame excuse that got us into Iraq, and pre-emptive strikes need an evidence bar
set pretty goddam high. Turns out Hussein was no threat to America at all. He's
certainly not a threat while in jail and neither is Williams. Killing either of
them out of vengeance says that killing is okay out of vengeance. That's not
what I'm teaching MY children. Anybody killing
anybody isn't doing it in my name.