June 29, 1999 [The Dinner Game]
Pignon is chosen by a self-assured--and -absorbed--publisher in a competition to bring the biggest idiot to a dinner, a game that is one more reminder of the disdain a few bad men have for the rest of us, content as we are to talk about nothing in particular and have pointless enthusiasms--you know, the kind that don't make piles of money--not that I wouldn't like more money; but must I think about it all the time, does money have to be the only thing I can use to buy the right to call some people idiots? Can't I just stop paying attention to which (lower) rung of the ladder I'm on and goof off or turn on the TV or build the Eiffel Tower out of matchsticks like Pignon?
The movie seems to tell me that sure, I can go ahead and take up a hobby and smile faintly and make the best of it--but it's also brave enough (that is, funny enough: comedy is hard) to never let me forget that anyone can play idiot's delight: At the end, when Pignon shows his true worth and earns more than our pity, and even the publisher sees what a jerk he's been, Pignon opens his mouth one more time and lets the plot take one more turn, the game still being played by anyone idiotic enough to keep playing--including the crummy rich guy and his friend and wife, idiots first and always.
Posted by Paul J. Marasa at 5/28/2012 04:10:00 PM