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Movie Review: Excess Baggage

    Hey, everyone. I saw a good movie tonight on HBO. It was a show that I saw at the theater about 100 years ago, when I was just a lad. In reality, it was probably 1997. The title is Excess Baggage, not to be confused with Jerry Springer's Baggage TV show.
    This movie stars Alicia Silverstone as a poor little rich girl. She tries to get her Dad's attention, and love, by faking her own kidnapping. Unfortunately, when she binds herself with tape and puts herself in the trunk of her car, the car is stolen before the police get there. This is incredibly bad luck for an unfortunate car thief played by Benicio Del Toro. Vincent is the thief's name and he soon finds out that he has unwittingly kidnapped a bit of a plague in the person of  Emily, the heiress. Before long, she has burned down his warehouse full of beautiful cars and cost him a satchel full of money. In addition to that she has insured that Vincent is on the run from the cops, the FBI, the mob and Emily's crazy Uncle Ray, played wonderfully by Christopher Walken.
      I loved the dry humor in this film. I love Del Toro's facial expressions. I love how Christopher Walken scares the  dickens out of me. I love Alicia Silverstone in a bat-girl suit. Seriously, all three of these actors do good work and I think you will enjoy this one.
     Can Vincent survive a friendship (?) with Emily? Can he even turn her loose? Or is she an attractive piece of chewing gum that just won't come off his shoe? You'll have to watch it to see the answers to these questions. Both Carley and I rate this as 4 stars out of 5.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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