‘Either you get it, or you don’t’
I have this super-talented friend (Hi, Roy!) — a guy from back in Ogilvy Days — who writes an extremely erudite blog post every single day. Honestly. I don’t know how he does it. I have issues pulling silly nonsense out of my head once a week. Another really smart daily poster is Heather Cox Richardson, who writes “Letters from an American.” But I digress.
In one of his recent daily posts (I can’t get over the fact that he does this seven days a week when all I do is dread Tuesdays), Roy wrote about stuff in movies that he finds funny even if nobody else does. He asked his readers to chime in with movie moments, and I offered up “The In-Laws” with Peter Falk and Alan Arkin, the whole of which The Child found profoundly unfunny — even though I think it is one of the most hilarious movies ever made. (“Serpentine, Shel. Serpentine!”)
Anyway. I form a sort of instant bond with other people who think “The In-Laws” is funny. (How about you? Do you find it hilarious? Or do you go all blank-faced and stiff-backed at Falk’s and Arkin’s antics like Her Childness does?)
Speaking of movies — and to explain today’s title — there is another filmic catch-phrase that some people get. And which many more don’t. It’s from a Monty Python skit and plays a major part in a little-known work of cinematic art called “Sliding Doors” with Gwyneth Paltrow and John Hannah.
I don’t want to make you watch the movie to get the reference of which I speak. But, since I absolutely hate spoilers — what was with the Times after the third episode of Succession, huh? — I don’t want to give the ending away either. Suffice it to say that “No one expects the Spanish Inquisition” takes “Get it?” to a whole new level.
I’ll wrap this up today by saying that there are at least four people in my immediate circle — my three Younger Brothers and my One and Only Sister — I can count on to crack up at the mention of the Spanish Inquisition. And, of course, there was my Dad, who would watch Peter Falk and Alan Arkin “serpentine” with me as often as I wanted him to — and collapse in hysterical laughter each and every time. Miss you cracking up, Dad.
New York City. April 2023