Oddly appropriate double features

Sometimes I wish I worked at a revival-house movie theater. Anyway, here’s one: Exhibit A] About a Boy & Exhibit B] Bad Santa.

For all their differences in tone and style, both are comedies about an undisciplined, antisocial, underemployed and irresponsible layabout bachelor who hits a point of socio-economic and sexual rock bottom, bonds with a bullied prepubescent boy, and begins to develop a bit as an adult human being, as indicated by his beginning a real relationship with a decent, emotionally stable woman by movie’s end.

The two films aren’t perfectly parallel, although the only plot element that really sticks out as mismatched is the films’ resolution, when the “bad Santa” gets gunned down by the police while trying to deliver a plush toy elephant to his fat kid friend, versus Hugh Grant’s enjoying his widening social circle at a Christmas get-together.

But that’s only one really big difference. On the other hand, consider all the qualifying coincidences:

Both of these men make a living, sorta, on the strength of one of the cheesier aspects of Christmas: in A], Hugh Grant gets by just fine on the royalties from his father’s cringe-inducing song, “Santa’s Super Sleigh,” and in B], Billy Bob Thornton works his main gig as an abusive, drunken department-store Santa who loots the store after hours.

Both bachelors have an indolent, wretched lifestyle, as epitomized by their watching daytime television. Both men finally hit rock bottom in roughly parallel ways: in A], Hugh attends whiny support groups, pretends to be a single dad, and seduces lonely, needy single mums, and finally loses a promising girlfriend’s respect when the truth of his life comes out; and in B], Billy Bob bangs fat chicks, barflies and Santa groupies, and finally loses the respect of his partner in crime (a foul-mouthed midget thief) when his drinking gets out of control.

Both of these guys pity but try to avoid the young boy they end up befriending, and both intimidate the boy’s bullies: in A], by striking a threatening pose and in B], by beating the crap out of the leader. Also, both end up spending a lot of time with their boy buddy. In A], the kid is bullied by the boys at school for being a poor momma’s boy and ends up practically moving in with Hugh; in B], the kid is bullied by the boys in the neighborhood for being an introverted fat kid and ends up taking in Billy Bob as a permanent houseguest. Significantly, both of the kids are hampered by the crazy dame who is the only blood relative to figure in their lives: in A], the daft, culturally out-of-touch, suicidal single mother, and in B], the partly-senile[?], shut-in, mute grandmother.

Both men get tossed out of a favorite haunt in one scene: in A], when Hugh & co. are asked to leave a restaurant he frequents; and in B], when Billy Bob gets bounced out of a beachside bar.

Finally, both bachelors suffer repeatedly for trying to help their young sidekick. They reap a painful public humiliation while trying to help out their young friends: in A] by performing “Killing Me Softly” in a school concert to titters, laughs, boos and finally garbage aimed at his head; and in B] by teaching the kid boxing in a gym, only to draw groin injuries for all involved. They can’t even give the kids a gift without it blowing up in their face: Hugh Grant buys his friend a cool pair of sneakers, only to have the boy’s mother hysterically accuse him of having suspect motives in the aforementioned restaurant scene; and Billy Bob Thornton gets shot by the cops while trying to deliver his [stolen] gift to his friend.
Okay, what would be your weirdly similar double feature?

May not be quite what you are looking for, but two movies I’ve seen in the past two weeks which were suprisingly similar (and contained surprising amounts of male nudity*).
The Full Monty and Mrs. Henderson Presents

In the Full Monty, a group of unemployed men who used to work in the steel mill(now closed) decide to earn money by taking off their clothes–ala Chippendales.

In Mrs. Henderson Presents, a widow decides to buy a theater. When her theater starts losing money, she comes up with the idea of having Naked Girls as a draw. She manages to persuade the appropriate government official that Naked Female Breasts that are NOT MOVING are ART. World War II strikes, and Mrs. Henderson keeps her theater open out of patriotic duty.

If one is interested in seeing mostly naked male bodies–the first movie contains more footage, but the second one shows several fully naked male bodies, without any attempt to hide the part which makes them MALE bodies.

If one prefers mostly naked female bodies, watch the second one.

Both feature dancing to music–the first fairly contemporary, the second 30’s and 40’s.

Both feature some discussion of how much it sucks to be poverty-stricken and unemployed.

Both feature characters which turn out to be gay, although significant screen time is not given to the gay characters as gay characters.

Both feature men keeping secrets from women.

Both show some of what goes on behind the scenes at the theater.

*Warning, lest I be accused of false advertising, I’m arguably both a prude and an idiot. Both movies featured more nudity or near nudity than I expected. The first because of what a friend had said about it several years ago, shortly after it came out. The second because I didn’t realize until partway through the movie that the girls were to be naked–I guess I assumed that it was more of a vaudeville or burlesque theater. Don’t know why, I think it mentioned the nude girls thing on the DVD box cover. Both movies are rated R.

One Friday night in college, my roommate and our next-door neighbor came back from the library with a couple of movies none of us had ever seen.

Deliverance and The Conversation.

The former is about some city boys who decide to go out into the backwoods of Georgia to raft down a river that a new damn is about to make a thing of the past, get confronted with situations beyond their control, and wind up paranoid and terrified.

The latter is about a surveillence expert who is just doing his job by trying to get a good, clean recording of a pair of lovers walking around a downtown park, gets confronted with situations beyond his control, and winds up paranoid and terrified.

At the end of the night, we were all sort of dumbstruck at how much these two very different movies had in common. We were also feeling more than a little wary of strangers, people in limousines, and banjo players.

The latter, BTW, is now one of my favorite movies of all time.

Phenomenon and Michael - in fact, I think you could mix up the reels and play them at random and I might not notice.