Butterfly Kiss (1995) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
Eunice (Amanda Plummer), the main character in The Butterfly Kiss, is crazy. Her main goal in life is to visit every motorway petrol station near the English seacoast. "Hey", you're thinking, "that's certainly eccentric - but is it really 'crazy'? Why choose such a strong word?" Well, I have to say there are two strong indicators of her madness: 1. She is visiting petrol stations on foot. She doesn't have a car. 2. When she arrives at each station, she kills anyone there who is not named Judith. (Judith seems to be an ex-lover.) She also keeps up her dedication to the slaughter of non-Judith individuals when she is traveling between petrol stations. This routine, however, is not as firmly established and formulaic as the station murders. Think of it more as a tune-up, or staying in shape. One day she meets a woman who is not named Judith, but lets her live, because this particular non-Judith is kind and innocent, and rather slow-witted. The gentle non-Judith (actually named "Miriam", played by Saskia Reeves) takes Eunice home with her and they are soon in bed. She finds out that Eunice doesn't wear underwear. Instead, she has heavy chains draping her body beneath her clothes, like some kind of latter day flesh-bound Jacob Marley. Indeed, in the spirit of Marley, she wears the chains to punish herself for her crimes. Since her life has been nothing but crime, the chains are getting quite elaborate, and she now has more heavy metal on her than the entire def lepperd fan club. The girls have a night of loving. In the morning, Miriam arises to find Eunice gone and a message written on the mirror - "your not Judith". Miriam then decides to track the mysterious Eunice down, because nobody else has ever kissed her, or maybe just to correct her spelling. Although she is the caregiver for a helpless old granny, Miriam is willing to forget about the old biddy entirely, in her single-minded quest for Eunice, who in turn is still on her own quest for Judith. Since she has no idea where Eunice is, Miriam must visit every petrol station in the UK, inquiring at each about recently murdered non-Judiths. In the true spirit of the quest, she doesn't have a car, either. The two women eventually do hook up and become a feminist crime spree team, Eu and Mi (get it?), and poor Miriam, despite the best and cheeriest of intentions, consistently fails to reform Eunice's little criminally insane quirks. |
The story is narrated in flashback by Miriam from prison, with the screenwriter's tongue so deeply buried in his cheek that the story plays out as an oh-so-serious and not very good drama unless you really pay attention to what she is saying. If you do focus in on the narration and what the characters are saying, which is not easy because of their working class Northern accents, you'll see that it is a pitch black comedy. It reminds me of the famous Piranha Brothers sketch from Monty Python, except that the exaggeration is not sufficient to create an immediate crossover into farce. |
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The none-too-bright Miriam was obviously
deeply in love with Eunice, totally devoted to her, and completely in
awe of her, which gives her nostalgic looks back at their crimes this
kind of ring:
Disappointingly, Eunice did not nail anybody's spleen to a coffee table.
A couple of examples of the offbeat humor: 1. Miriam offers to dispose of one of Eunice's corpses. The self-centered Eunice leaves Miriam to work alone in the woods, then comes back from socializing and tells her hard-working accomplice that she buried the body all wrong, and has to do it over again. 2. A perverted vacuum cleaner salesman picks up the two women and invites them to a threesome. When they seem unimpressed by his choice of occupations, he responds with his best Ringo Starr impersonation and words to this effect: "well, they're not really vacuum cleaners, are they? They're complete home sanitation systems." |
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Many critics liked it, but I didn't. I am so
unsophisticated that I prefer my comedy to be obviously funny. I
laughed some, but not much, and I was consistently bored.
For a counterpoint, read Roger Ebert's review. He gave
it three and a half stars, despite the fact that the humor seems to
have eluded him completely. Therefore, he rated it as a superlative
character-based drama.
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