Directed by Hal Ashby
Perhaps I am just being cranky, since I have recently had surgery and my leg feels like Annie Wilkes went to town on it. But there have really been a streak of bad movies lately. I am very excited to say goodbye to the 1970s soon.
Chance is a simple minded gardener, who learns about life only through watching television. His slow nature is mistaken for profound genius. Sort of like the opposite of Dostoyevsky's The Idiot. Hijinks and misunderstandings ensue.
I did not care for this at all. It felt almost Jerry Lewis-like. I don't like it when the main character is portrayed as mentally retarded for some cheap laughs. It's just too upsetting to me.
I think I have succeeded as being the buzzkill of the day with this post. Maybe I should go throw up again.
"Life is a state of mind" is written on Peter Sellers' tombstone.