Not that I'm advocating it, but if you happen to find yourself in the middle of the night, with torturous circular logic suggesting you are a loser and no one will ever love you, sometimes it's best to take a shot of NyQuil and turn on a film like this.
Movies like 'The Lift' remind me that everyone's time comes and goes, and that it's okay to accept your place as a grain of sand in the endless dry beach bed of eternity. Hard to believe, but at one time movies like 'The Lift' were available in video stores across the county, easily within reach of eager, 11-year old hands, who were left to contemplate why on earth such a film was ever made. As a child, while visiting my grandparents in Cohoes, NY, my brother and I were allowed to select a VHS from the local video store, but much to my disappointment our choice of 'The Lift' was routinely cancelled out. Years later, I found my copy in an unnamed store deep in the heart of Albany, that only sold broken television sets and stacks of unlabeled VHS cassettes.
This is the perfect 'NyQuil Movie': dubbed in English, dark, moody, a ridiculous plot, with the swells of synths pervasive throughout. This is the kind of movie that makes me feel closer to humanity, seriously.... When Felix's wife screams out 'THE CAPS!' as he's throwing away a bottle top, and she excitedly explains you can win a trip to Hawaii if you collect a hundred of them, and the beautiful electronic score swells up, I just want to go into the movie, give them each a tender hug, cry in the corner for awhile, and then perform a mercy killing on the world.
