Sometimes a movie is remembered for one moment. The rest of the movie is forgotten, pulled under by bad writing, bad acting, bad directing, just pitiful everything, but that one moment stands head and shoulders above the water, declaring triumphantly that this piece of prairie-dog poop will not be forgotten.
In the movie Congo– a wretched excuse for a film-- there is one such moment, when Tim Curry and Delroy Lindo, two actors with no business having their decent, upstanding reputations tarnished by this inexcusable attempt at filmmaking, share the screen.
“Mr. Homolka,” says Lindo. Curry looks up with shit-eating grin and a mouthful of cake. “Stop eating my sesame cake.”
Curry’s smile disappears, and he looks around in confusion.
“STOP, EATING, MY SESAME CAKE!” bellows Lindo, as only Lindo can.
I don’t remember (or care about) anything else in this godforsaken wasteland of cinematic excrement*, but this moment is absolutely fantastic.
Anyone ever have a similar experience?
*As P. Opus once wrote, “OK, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but lord, it wasn’t good.”