A pinnacled piña colada, perchanced and periodized, passively strolls through an entire century, piercingly riding its waves, aloe primavera, alert gestations, blindly yet acutely detonating his trade, Forrest Gump's Benjamin Button teething Archer, hypnotic happenstance, turn that screw, Hundraåringen som klev ut genom fönstret och försvann (The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared) flashes back to tumultuous times, with ironic blissful candour, serendipitized tailspins, explosively tiptoeing, from one cryptic epoch to the next.
After escaping from a retirement home to the fury of the underground's Never Again.
Friendships blossom.
A team is assembled.
A sentiment's thrust.
Through the coming of the ages.
Poetically refining what it means to blunder, the situations he finds himself within seem rigged with ideological dynamite.
Franco's saviour builds an atomic bomb to end the Second World War before sterilizing the Commies on his way to becoming a stayed bilateral messenger.
Destined for paradise.
This film has depth; it playfully reimagines twentieth-century carnage with the casual indifference of an essential tribal fluidity, unconscious forward motion, courting precise precious movements.
Impeccable comedy.
It's even family friendly, in the best possible way, like Amélie, with a loveable elephant.
Could have worked Ireland in somehow.
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