Not all megalomaniacs are preening, medal-bedecked-uniform-wearing, sociopathic assholes. Sometimes they're mousy, tatty, middle-class husbands with a basement full of electronic equipment and a murderous secret to hide.
Every written narrative has a narrator, the story's teller. Narrators can take a variety of forms; in some instances, they are active participants in the plot, in others they report details from a remove.
Richard Pryor made some great movies. But he also made a lot of crappy ones, especially later on in his career. So it's good to have this boxed set putting the spotlight back on what he did best: stand-up.
Both are about intense relationships between young adults that end -- and yet go on. Both are stories of love that has grown one-sided. And both ache with the unavoidable self-pity that goes along with that kind of situation -- while finding the laughs in that same circumstance.
I can't imagine that Happy Feet Two will charm any but the youngest viewers. It has less plot than an hour of Sesame Street, fewer jokes than a Republican presidential debate -- and astonishing computer animation, this time in wholly unnecessary 3D.