That’s probably a little strong.  And depending on which day of the week you ask me, the philosophical message of the film is either the absolute fundamental truth about everything, about half right, or utter bollocks.

But it’s funny, and it’s different, and whether you agree with it or not, it does at least invite you to engage your brain, Lily Tomlin and Dustin Hoffman are great, and for once I was able to watch a film with Jude Law in it without wanting to punch him.  (His character, yes.  But for once, not the man himself.  I can’t help it.  He has a punchable face.)

And now:

papamoomin is secretly a zombie voodoo baron.  Well, he was right up until I let the cat out of the bag.  He’ll probably send something horrible to come crawling in my window one night by way of revenge, but I thought you all ought to know.  In Haiti, he is known as “Papa Black Mambo”, because his vengeange is swift, and almost always fatal.  They tell the tale of the unlucky tourist who was foolish let his shadow fall across papamoomin‘s path, and how he tore the shadow off, and sent it to plague the poor tourist every night for a year and day, until the poor man returned to beg for peace.

papamoomin smiled his terrible smile, and granted the tourist his wish.