It's Christmas Eve. You're 4000 miles away from your friends and family. Who is there for you?
Sam Raimi.
A Simple Plan was directed by Sam Raimi, the mastermind behind the Evil Dead trilogy, and one of my favorite directors of all time. He didn't let me down tonight.
Watching the plot of this movie unfold was like sitting in a sewer under a football stadium right before halftime. Everything looks pretty good at the start, but before long it's so deeply buried in feces that there is no way out. Seeing the characters in this movie scraping their way further and further into desperation was just the kind of thing that I needed to boost my spirits about being alone for the holidays. Hey, at least I'm not them!
I don't like to look at Bill Paxton for this long. There's something about the way that his teeth line up that I don't approve of. Something weird about the spacing I think. Billy Bob's teeth are nothing to pin a gold star on either, but I suspect that they were specially yellowed for this part... and every other part that I've ever seen him play.
Now that's the kind of thing that you don't get from Siskel and Ebert, eh? Complaints about Bill Paxton's teeth.
Anyhoo, it's getting late. If I don't go to bed, Santa won't come.
Goodnight, God bless, Merry Christmas!