If there’s one thing I know about
the Oscars, it’s that they are ALWAYS RIGHT, SO DON’T ASK QUESTIONS. Titanic is the greatest movie of all time, Dances with Wolves is better than Goodfellas, Forrest Gump is better than Pulp Fiction, Tom Hanks should be elected galactic emperor, and Billy Crystal is earth’s funniest organism (suck it, Halothiobacillus halophilus!!!). Also, in case you forgot, the Oscars ended racism in 2002 when they crowned Halle Berry “Best Blacktress.” Thanks, Oscars. YOU’RE WELCOME, BARACK OBAMA.
So that’s why, when they released the nominations for the 84th Academy Awards (airing February 26 on ABC), I ran-not-walked to the cineplex to watch best-
picture nominee Hella Close and Grippa Loud: The Tom Hanks Hamstravaganza Never Forgetstival Brought to You by Fig Newtons™. Because, I’m sorry—a whimsical, feel-good 9/11 drama about an autistic-ish child (NAMED OSKAR—coincidence!?) coming to terms with senseless tragedy and the impenetrable void of death, starring Tom “Fucking” Hanks? That’s like if Schindler’s List banged Forrest Gump and they had a baby, and then that baby banged every other Oscar movie ever (Jesus, get a grip, baby!), and then that baby had a baby, and then they all had to go on Maury Povich’s show to figure out who was the father of the baby’s baby (“Maury, I am 98 percent sure I’m NOT that baby’s baby’s daddy!” —Driving Miss Daisy), and then it turned out that the real father was [SUPER SECRET SPECIAL SURPRISE GUEST] Amelie the whole time!!! Then everyone’s divorced parents got back together, everybody ate Fig Newtons (Oskar loves Fig Newtons SO MUCH YOU GUYS), and Extremely Tom and Incredibly Hanks was retroactively awarded every Oscar in every category since the beginning of time. The end.
What I’m saying is that Extremely Tom and Incredibly Hanks taught me a lot about the pros and cons of 9/11.
PROS (spoilers, I guess, if you give a shit):
• Your mom loves you again.
• You love your mom again.
• Your long-lost German grandpa comes back from the dead and loves your grandma again.
• All your divorced friends get back
together (BECAUSE CHILDLIKE WONDER).
• Horseback riding.
• Totally cool scavenger hunt.
• Whimsy.
• Childlike wonder.
• Max von Sydow.
• Unlimited Fig Newtons.
CONS:
• Your dad’s dead.
• Forever.
• Sorry.
• Fig Newtons. ![]()

Oh, Lindy. Life is more wonderful with you in it. Thanks for being so awesome.
okay so at first i was thinking my day couldn’t get any better because of this awesome taco salad i’m eating and this spotify playlist i’m listening to and then i got to read this and now i’m just gonna kill myself because i’m so happy there’s no point in living anymore.
that was a really good taco salad.
http://ijs.sgmjournals.org/content/55/3/…
Halothiobacillus halophilus, you so crazy!
..and i know that even if i avoid this movie some sick airlines is gonna make me watch it on some transatlantic flight.. don’t think that’ll
happen ? that’s how i saw’flightplan’.
I can’t find it online at the moment, but the film reviewer for The Nation took a break from erudite discussion of third-world art films no-one will ever see to utterly lacerate Extremely/Incredibly, quite enjoyably, if rather less snarkily than you have.
Amahhhhzing.
Thank you for keeping “grippa” alive.
I guess that’s a welcome change from the book, where long-lost Gramps comes back to continue to settle for Grandma, the sister of the woman he actually loved.
This post reminded me of how much I don’t miss Lindy. I suspect she might not even be a real human, and is really an inanity-generating chat-bot run amok.
Fuck…. YESSSSS!!!!!!!
YOU’RE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@4 they showed flightplan on an airplane? that’s seems like a terrible idea. “attention passengers, it’s time to watch this movie about your children disappearing from an airplane. you are now free to FREAK THE FUCK OUT.”
Oh, @9. Sorry the total seriousness of all things life-related and ESPECIALLY MOVIE REVIEWS prevents fun and enjoyment. You should totally make your own movie reviews using only Very Serious Words ™.
Who the…? Oh, Lindy. Thank Heavens, it’s you!
I’m with #9. This review comes off more as loud mockery than witty satire to me. It did not make me laugh, smile or even nod along.
It was screamy, to say the least.
(The review).
LINNNDYYY!!! THANK SLOG YOU’RE BACK!
I will now read your article, which I somehow missed.