You know, I’ve been thinking lately that it’s been a long time since we’ve had an old-fashioned presidential assassination. You know, a back-of-the-theater, grassy knoll-style Head of State offing. If you’ve found yourself spacing out to thoughts similar to mine, go check out Brian Parks’ Goner.
The plot is simple: the president gets shot in the head and is rushed to the hospital. The doctors are beside themselves at the glory that could come of saving his life. The only snag is that they’re a band of bumbling buffoons with bigger fish to fry, like mass-marketing of ChemoTherapy Barbie and dating the boss’s daughter. And every time they think of operating they are met with ferocious (yet also bumbling) FBI agents whose job it is to keep everyone away from the body, even those in scrubs.
Under the sharp direction of John Clancy, who has taken it around the globe to great acclaim, the razor sharp cast is fiercely funny. This baby plays like the bastard love child of ER and Laugh-In at breakneck speed. Go live vicariously through Goner, because any other way might get you thrown in jail.