By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully February 28, 2006 at 7:28AM
A few weeks ago, Todd Rohal and I went to Landmark's Bethesda Row theatre to see Eugene Jarecki's WHY WE FIGHT. While that award-winning documentary lived up to the hype and powerfully attacked the world's current political/ethical/moral confusion, it was a pre-feature trailer that obliterated our minds into stunned smithereens.
Here's what happened: Some prankster managed to sneak into the projection booth and replace the official trailer for the new Joan Plowright film with a SHINING-esque spoof trailer, turning an otherwise forgettable drama into a completely preposterous heart-warming comedy. At least that's how I justifed it to my dizzy self for the remainder of the day.
But then Todd sent me a link to the film's official website and it turns out that this wasn't a prank. This is the actual trailer. Starring the aforementioned Ms. Plowright and some newcomer that I will politely refer to as Orlando Bloom 2: Electric Boogaloo, MRS. PALFREY AT THE CLAREMONT is the type of film that makes female septuagenarians swoon.
For sensitive filmmakers such as Todd and myself, however, this is the type of picture that inspires simultaneous jolts of pleasure and horror. Pleasure, because you couldn't make this shit up if you tried, and horror because, well, who would fucking want to?
This must be seen to be believed, but be forewarned, there's a chance you might not ever recover...