Hit & Run

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Some movies give me hope. Just, generally. I mean, that you can still mix a movie up from just fast, bad cars and a bunch of happy-go-lucky characters who can’t really ever die. But maybe I should preface this by saying I’m  much more of a Cannonball Run/Smokey and the Bandit/Deathproof kind of fan than I am of all the Fast and the Furiouses. Just because those cute little cars in F&tF, I’m sure they’re fast and somehow desirable, but they’re just not bad. Want to know one of the reasons I finally cashed in my smart phone? Because the gallery part was just way, way too full of pictures of cars. Especially El Caminos. Like, every parking lot I cruis, there’s another car I need to have on my phone to study later. It got to where I was looping back around five miles, so, yeah, I get along better with no smartphone these days. But, this movie, Hit and Run. I don’t even remember the trailer anymore, but I do remember that when I saw it, I was sold, that I knew I was going to be there opening day. And I’m so glad it was. The last time I fell out of my seat in a theater from laughing? It was What About Bob?, I’m pretty sure. And the last time I nearly threw up from laughing? Whichever Austin Powers had the (non-)fecal matter coffee. For Hit and Run, I nearly threw up from laughing. And I did slump out of my  . . . → → →