What I miss about 90s comedy films is that they didn’t feel the need to justify real adult men operating according to cartoon physics.
Like, does he have magical powers? Is he some sort of mystical ninja? No – he’s a regular human man who just got thrown twenty feet through the air by an exploding microwave, tumbled out the window and over the balcony, fell two stories and landed flat on his back on solid concrete, and he’s gonna lay there for a few seconds all cross-eyed and making a noise like “EeEeEeUuUuUuHhHhHh”, and then next scene he’s going to be fine. This is how it works.
Accidentally plugs himself into an electrical transformer, gets shocked so bad he’s visibly singed and his hair is all standing on end, exhales a cloud of smoke and keels over, is back to normal after the next cut.
Actually, people were just more durable in 90s.
This man lives through the entirety of the film. If I recall correctly, this occurred after being hit in the face repeatedly with red bricks that had fallen at least forty feet.
I love how cheaply it was all done, too. Like, the special effects technology to do a proper Looney Tunes style skeleton-showing-through-the-flesh bit existed at the time, but they didn’t budget for it – they just fucking replace him with a classroom model skeleton for one shot. The body falling off the roof is clearly empty clothes stuffed with rags. It looked like shit even by the standards of its time and nobody cared. This film made four hundred million dollars.
