I recently mentioned that, at one time, I rented the movie Corky Romano only to return home and discover that I couldn't watch it because the DVD player on my computer was broken. Needless to say, I could allow such good fortune to remain for only so long before seeking out some good, olde fashionèd misery.
In this instance, I had to go through rather a lot of hassle to procure my pain. The film in question was checked out of the libraries I frequent as well as all of the other nearby public library establishments. Eventually, I had to have it brought in from Shiocton, a move which afforded me the embarrassment of having to walk into the Appleton Public Library, inform them I had an interlibrary loan on hold, and watch them discover that the item over which all this fuss was being made was, in fact, the film Corky Romano.
For those not in the know, Corky Romano was a 2001 Chris Kattan vehicle, so you know you're in for a rollicking fun ride laugh-out-loud spectacle 86 minutes of mild amusement.
Chris Kattan is Corky, the lovably buffoonish youngest son of the reasons I rented this movie in the first place Peter Falk AKA Pops Romano, head of an east coast mafia family. Disowned by Pops and cut off from his family, the Corkster sails through life in what appears to be a blissful fog of stupidity and good feelings, his greatest dream to be not merely a veterinary assistant but a full fledged veterinarian. Meanwhile Pops is reaping the rewards of his life of crime. Bedridden after suffering a heart attack, he is on the verge of being indicted for his mobbie crimes when he, with the help of his two older sons and his lawyer, develops a cunning plan...make his soft-brained youngest son infiltrate the FBI and steal the evidence against him. It's so crazy it just might work!
A Chris Kattan movie ensues.
I could recap it, but, let's face it, it's a Chris Kattan movie.
As I am in a somewhat charitable mood today, I feel inclined to point out that the film in question actually had more of plot to it than I expected and at only 86 minutes it is mercifully short (something that would have really improved Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest). Beyond that, the story had a heart to it, Chris Kattan wasn't as big a dork as he could have been, and Peter Falk was very sexy. If one day you're in need of a mild laugh you could do worse than waste your time by watching this movie. However, that doesn't change the fact that it's a Chris Kattan film and really doesn't justify the extreme lengths I went through to procure and view it.
Peter Falk, I did it for you.
Copyright 2006 Jessica Menn