A spiky delight straight from the old country
EVEN AS OUR POLITICAL LANDSCAPE HAS BECOME OVERloaded with ridiculously wrongheaded pronouncements, comic absurdity in the movies—dumb, or even smart, stuff that just makes you laugh—feels more precious than ever. We’ve all become worried Victorian orphans facing our glum future. RIP delight; it was nice while it lasted.
But wait! Seth Rogen as an early 20th century pickle-company grunt who falls into a vat of brine and emerges, perfectly preserved, in modern-day Brooklyn? Did someone actually conceive that as a movie idea—let alone get the thing made? The good news for you and for me, my fellow wan Victorian orphans, is that is a real movie, and it’s delightful. Sometimes a logically indefensible premise is
