A rare movie that is entirely ludicrous, goofy, stupid, retarded (literally) and smart. I think it's something about postmodern depression and the illusion of identity and the impossibility of understanding war or something. Mostly though Slothrop focused on the funnies and Robert Downey Jr, who is and isn't who he is. Notice, too, that it doesn't say Cruise on the poster, though he played a good part as a filthy lucre Hollywood man; have you noticed the great conviction with which he plays douchebags?
Koko: Hmmmmmm, I wonder.
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