Perhaps slapstick hasn’t taken its ultimate pratfall. If the slices of success enjoyed by farcical summer hits The Naked Gun 2 1/2 and Hot Shots! are any indication, directors will be throwing more meringue-filled pies than ever before. It might work like this:
Throws pie. Anthony Hopkins eats baker.
Throws pie, hitting fat woman’s breast. Midget claps.
Throws pie. Incites mob to burn down bakery.
Recounts throwing of pie from five points of view.
Throws pie. Pie takes six shots to land. Chase ensues.
Brian de Palma
Throws Hitchcock’s pie.
Throws pie just like everyone else. Media call him a genius.
Throws pie. It turns into a wonderful spaceship…as seen through the eyes of a small boy.
Throws pie at Warren. Annette turns up pregnant.
Mike Nichols Pie hits nasty Harrison Ford in head. Dumber but sweeter Ford buys puppy.
Throws same pie every three months.
Throws pie. Feels guilty for getting laugh.
Throws pie. God dies.
Throws pie better than anyone else, but Costner gets Oscar.