Description
From animation genius Bill Plympton comes this high-spirited and sexually charged comedy about a wife who realizes that the man of her dreams isn't quite what he seems! Keri Boyer promised to love her husband Grant for better or worse, but she never expected this. It seems as though an odd growth on Grant's neck has given him the ability to will his fantasies to life. In no time, he's torturing his annoying mother-in-law, dreaming up bizarre sexual adventures and turning his wife's life upside down. But when everyone from an ambitious television executive to a hopeless Las Vegas comedian to an overly enthusiastic Army colonel wants a piece of Grant's growth for themselves, it's up to this little lady to save her husband and her sanity.
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Running Time 72 Min
Format: DVD MOVIE
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Because two copulating birds bash into his satellite dish, the blandly handsome Grant develops godlike powers. When he and his new bride Kerry have sex, the entire house joins in, from the soap dish to the electric sockets. Grant manipulates her breasts to form balloon animals; he changes her into a blonde, then a nun, then the Statue of Liberty. Basically, he's become an animator like his creator Bill Plympton, able to make the world reflect his every id-driven whim. Is it any wonder that Kerry begins to question if Grant is still the same straight-up guy she married? Plympton's new animated movie, I Married a Strange Person!, opens with a quote from Picasso: "Ah, good taste, what a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativity." Plympton has taken this perhaps a little too much to heart, but with a good dose of sprightly charm. Plympton's drawing style vibrates, shimmies, and pops with boyish cheer. The movie is regularly punctuated with breezy songs that you'd imagine sound great on a ukulele, sung by some guy in a straw boater. Over-the-top sex and violence and crazed excursions into the origin of belly-button lint combine to produce a weird, sparkling movie. I Married a Strange Person! is clearly the pure product of Plympton's imagination, without any meddling from studio executives. --Bret Fetzer
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