BEST AND WORST REMAKES: WORST #9 – DINNER FOR SCHMUCKS
I once had an L5/S1 spinal protrusion for a year and a half. In layman’s terms, it was a teeny-tiny piece of bone dry-humping a nice healthy nerve in my lower back. It was painful and debilitating; walking became an excruciating trial and I thought “this was it”: this was how I was going to spend the rest of my life. If personal demons come during one’s physical low point, there was an open bar in my soul and double dipping was a-ok. I got food poisoning once during this period. 3 am in the morning, heaving from my stomach up, keeping myself propped in a pretzel position next to the crapper: that was as bad as it could get. Dinner for Schmucks was the cinematic equivalent to that.