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Saving Grace
Saving Grace

For some reason, the Brits churn out some highly entertaining and funny movies*, but fall short when it comes to their television comedies**. “Saving Grace” appears to follow this rule. The trailer is styled after a Public Service Announcement/Medical Warning commercial, which is a refreshing break from your traditional preview that usually starts off with Don La Fontaine's booming voice or a painful introduction to clips from the film shown in strobe-like succession. Using that generic, cheesy lounge music you've grown to love*** is truly a bold way to start out any trailer.

The scrolling warning, with generic voice-over guy, begins to tell you, the audience member, what symptoms you might suffer while watching “Saving Grace.” Interspersed between the symptoms of increased appetite, visual apparitions, uncontrollable coughing, loss of coordination, strong sexual urges, hysterical bouts of laughter, and a general sense of euphoria**** are snippets from the movie illustrating the symptoms.

With that quirky introduction completed, the “real” preview begins with some pompous “award winning” jazz*****. Although, touting an award from the Sundance film festival is sure to draw in the mature and sophisticated audience, not just those bastard pothead kids looking for something more rewarding than “Dazed and Confused.”

Thankfully, instead of some pervasive hip-hop and techno music, we get some refreshing “Spirit in the Sky” which, while probably in the top 20 most used trailer songs, is still better than the usual crap*******. We learn that our title character, Grace (played by Brenda Blethyn), an OLDer woman has discovered some kind of hybrid cannabis plant********. She finds out that “the good stuff” is worth more than gold, and thus sets out on a career of dealing the giggle weed.

There are more clips from the movie, mainly of other OLDer people being high, prancing about, and laughing like ditzy school girls. It's clearly the highbrow comedy we've grown to expect from the Brits and their films. Now, I have to give the trailer folks a little slap on the wrist for overusing the word “high,” because you really don't need to sell the movie and its mary-jew-ana hook that hard. I'll give you “high spirited,” but I'll be damned if I let you get away with “take the high road to laughter**********.”

That minor problem aside, this is a good trailer. It's made even better because it's short. Why is that good? It means not a lot is given away in the preview so you're sure to get "the good stuff" while watching the movie in the theater. This is a plus in a world where 72.67%*********** of trailers give away a movie's entire plot and ending. I also give kudos for the trailer ending on two, high, OLD women acting like ray-tards, because if there's one thing we've learned, it's that ray-tards make for the best comedy, even if it's just people on drugs acting like ray-tards. Although, if anything comes close to the comedic value of ray-tards, it's OLD people and drugs.

Admit it, OLD people doing and dealing drugs, especially marijuana, is funny. Why? Because whenever you think of OLD people and marijuana, you will always get images of your grandparents toking up in a dark and smoky room with psychedelic posters and black lighting. It's because of the fact that no matter what you do, you will always visualize your wrinkled grandfather giggling and asking for another “joint” while munching on Twinkies and fresh baked apple pie as your grandmother curses the glow-in-the-dark bong with a broken carb, that “Saving Grace” is sure to deliver laughs. In addition to the points I give this movie for its intriguing premise and promising laughs, it gets more points because it doesn't have Ralph Fiennes in it. That's a good thing because it means he won't be showing off his ass in the film. Now, I can't say for certain from the trailer that you won't see any big, pasty white, English arses, so you should go in expecting one since this is a British film. If it's there, you'll be mentally prepared, if it's not there, you can give thanks to God later that night and sacrifice a goat to Allah.

If your name is Jamie Plummer, you'll definitely want to take someone hostage with you to see this movie over and over and over again, most likely with a bong keychain so you can toke up while the movie is showing and experience the film in what can only be described as Wee-D************. If you're not Jamie Plummer, you'll still want to see this movie before it comes out on video. I would definitely pay to watch this movie, matinee or not. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a good movie to take a date to or watch with a group of friends*************.

*Yes, I'm definitely talking about Monthy Python movies among others.
**I don't care what you say, but I define "suckage" as "AbFab," "Benny Hill," and "Are You Being Served," among countless other British "comedies."
***Especially if you've watched the "Kentucky Fried Movie" more than 30 times, and who hasn't?
****Your mileage may vary with sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, and fever.
*****What kind of losers would relentlessly plug the fact that they won some fancy award?******.
******You'd never catch the award winning HomeGame Industries doing that unless they were truly deserving awards.
*******And I welcome anything that isn't "O Fortuna."
********One hopes it provides a stronger buzz and is untraceable in all drug tests*********.
*********And by one, I mean Jamie Plummer.
**********You've gotta draw the line someplace, unless it's regarding jokes about Jamie's hash problem.
***********Rounded to the nearest hundreth to maintain significant figures.
************AKA Joel Hodgson's Denk-vision 2000 Process.
*************Of course you should always be watching a movie with someone, because you don't want to be one of those 30 year-old, balding guys who watch movies alone and cry themselves to sleep at night, cuddling with a stained Playboy.

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Warning! Warning! Danger, Will Robinson! That joint's been laced with crack!


Smoke me, Seymoooooooore.


Duuuuuuuude, you smoked all my locoweed, Jamie.


Oooooohhhh, "Award Winning." Aren't you special?


Inhale, exhale! Now wave your hands in the air, wave 'em like you just don't care!


Ray-tards who've puffed the dragon are all about the corn flake munchies.


Sessions presents, "Songs To Smoke Ganja At The Beach By."


Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see...oh, wait, pansy Brit-cops don't have guns. Eeeeeeewww.


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