Once in every decade, there comes a film so inspiring, so transcendent, that watching it changes you to the very core of your being. This movie…is not that. But I liked it. Its good times.
I decided to leave the baby at home for this one. One of my worst-case scenarios for this child’s future is that she will turn out like Amy Schumer. That when she is in her thirties she will still have the personality of a hedonistic, self-entitled teen. To be clear, Schumer does not do any acting in this movie. She just straight up plays herself. The thing about Amy is that she is self-aware enough to know that her generation with their devotion to ‘finding themselves’ and their aversion to such old fashioned traditions as making babies, are funny to watch. Especially when taken out of their comfort zone of instagramming about wild adventures and instead are plunged into the heart of one.
I watched this movie with my mother and my aunt, neither of whom had ever seen Inside Amy Schumer and only one of whom had seen Trainwreck (on a plane though, which tends to skew people’s reactions to films so much that my husband still maintains that I was too hard on Miss Peregrine’s School for Peculiar Children). As a result, neither of them were expecting Amy’s lewd brand of humour, nor did they seem to know how to handle it at times. This movie about a mother and daughter who do not understand each other will probably draw an audience comprised mostly of mothers and daughters who will not understand each other’s reactions to this movie. I found this movie hilarious and thought nothing of Amy’s tit being out while she drunkenly flirted with Neanderthal John Snow, whereas I think both parties on either side of me were quite scandalized. When it came to the antics of Wanda Sykes and her “platonic friend” Joan Cusack though, goddammit you’d have to be made of stone not to piss yourself laughing, no matter where your funny bone is located.
If you think this picture needs a humorous caption you clearly haven’t noticed how high that skirt is
The supporting characters definitely carry this film. Its riddled with fantastic cameos and in making the outlying characters expendable the director gave us the gift of some truly hilarious deaths.
I have nothing against this guy, but trust me when I say his death is worth the price of admission
My favourite part of the movie came quickly after my least favourite part which involved a tapeworm and that is all I am going to say about it because as far as I’m concerned it didn’t happen. If I could Eternal-Sunshine-of-the-Spotless-Mind it out of my brain I would pay good money to do so. Anyway, the best part for me was when Amy is in a small Colombian village with her mother, getting a tour from an English-speaking travelling doctor. He explains to her the dynamics of the village. The women work tirelessly all day carting water from the river miles away while we see the men leaning against the trees, staring at their cuticles. When Amy points this out saying, “so the guys just, like, straight chill?” she is told that their job is to ‘offer protection for the village’. It was Amy’s incredulity that I liked about the scene as it reminded me that whilst our next-door neighbour America has recently ushered yet another egotistical male in to power, we have actually come a long way in certain areas. That becomes hard to see as a feminist who, by definition, strives for total equality between the genders, but when you look at the dichotomy in a primitive village, it does make you feel fairly thankful for what the first world can offer women. That being said the movie was directed by this guy:
So I am not under any delusions that this was an accurate representation of a small Columbian village, or that any research whatsoever was done by anyone involved. I’m also still trying to figure out when exactly the two main characters were taken over the border of Ecuador into Columbia as we only see them in the trunk of a traveling car for all of ten seconds before Amy performs the first of many Taken-level murders of her kidnappers most precious family members.
I really enjoyed the ending of this movie in which the thirty something, selfie-taking narcissist with more delusions than dreams goes to Malaysia with her mother to do volunteer work. Judging by the dance club with full bar she’s in, they’re not exactly roughing it, but that made it feel more genuine, like this was an actual step the character might have taken towards bettering herself. All-in-all, maybe not a good Stars & Strollers choice, but at the risk of stating the obvious, it’s a fun movie to see with your mother. Much like 13 Reasons Why, Snatched serves as a touching reminder of the fact that in only a few precious years you will totally lose touch with your child and will continue to be perplexed by their life choices until you die.