Arguably one of the deeper comedies I've seen. Few films almost immediately get to the business of reminding you that everyone in a movie is a person in their

Arguably one of the deeper comedies I've seen. Few films almost immediately get to the business of reminding you that everyone in a movie is a person in their own right, down to the luggage salesman. You can sense The Toby's frustration with being forbidden to be the offering himself, and his disgusted sorrow that none of his people will volunteer. The long-undersold Amanda Plummer features as the gloomy but driven Dagmar, who seems to be harboring some unspoken of fixation of her own. Hank's naif fully embraces that the world may seem to be entirely absurd, new, even explicable as he breaks from his his soul/sole-killing rut into his new role. ("I'm not arguing that. I'm not arguing that. I'm not arguing that with you. He can get the job ... but can he do the job? I'm not arguing that ...") Even if he is The Fool, on a fool's quest, he can still learn and grow from what he experiences along the way. I've always found the film a slightly cautionary tale about the wonder (tinged with a little sympathetic horror) about taking a long look around you with fresh eyes: what you see can loom as large as the Moon on a landless Pacific horizon.