In this film we ope with a crusty Professor type who has just announced the soon-to-be published, tell-all, political conspiracy plot with accurate tell- all types abounding that will blow the lid off the geopolitics of the world. The plot of this book made no sense whatsoever. The professor's assistant is Lacey Chabert constantly trying to walk, run, hobble everyone in these way-too high cumbersome heels. She is persuaded to come downstairs and then that's when the maximum overdrive of crazy, implausibility, and plain old-fashioned piano party fun and mayhem ensue.
There's a screaming British dude who claims that the Professor is Hitler. There's a plane trip to Zurich, with Lacey on a one- way ticket to WTF that involves a proverbial 30,000 mile-high case of Clue: 1) The mean drunk flight attendant , and 2) the trust-fund sculpture dude, turned flight attendant, who kind of likes Lacey (they are the only two flight attendants on a jumbo jet); 3) the stranger who happens to have even more drugs that don't have the FDA stamp of approval so they are extra potent – guess who pops one? Lacey Chabert our druggie heroine; 5) The Brit dude who seems a bit of a dimwit "there's more where I came from" – o.k. we can only hope; 6) An Interpol agent, and 7) more people on the jumbo jet who are annoyed when Lacey runs around on those stupid heels looking for the mystery guy who kissed her on the flight then, disappears, along with expensive diamond ring.
You don't need cards and Colonel Mustard to tell you this is a film riddled with plot holes, moments of hilarity, and plain old "HUH?"
Cheers!
There's a screaming British dude who claims that the Professor is Hitler. There's a plane trip to Zurich, with Lacey on a one- way ticket to WTF that involves a proverbial 30,000 mile-high case of Clue: 1) The mean drunk flight attendant , and 2) the trust-fund sculpture dude, turned flight attendant, who kind of likes Lacey (they are the only two flight attendants on a jumbo jet); 3) the stranger who happens to have even more drugs that don't have the FDA stamp of approval so they are extra potent – guess who pops one? Lacey Chabert our druggie heroine; 5) The Brit dude who seems a bit of a dimwit "there's more where I came from" – o.k. we can only hope; 6) An Interpol agent, and 7) more people on the jumbo jet who are annoyed when Lacey runs around on those stupid heels looking for the mystery guy who kissed her on the flight then, disappears, along with expensive diamond ring.
You don't need cards and Colonel Mustard to tell you this is a film riddled with plot holes, moments of hilarity, and plain old "HUH?"
Cheers!