Today I was going to tell you to watch Foxy Brown, airing tonight on MGMHD. And, you totally should do that anyways. But, after last night’s roller coaster election, I figured we all needed something a bit familiar, soothing, goofy, and perhaps even a bit healing.

Last night, most of America witnessed the craziest election night in 16 years. Lasting for 7 hours, our two presidential candidates were locked in a death grip for the electorate of 12 states. Well into the morning, news crews were trying to figure out whether urban voters or rural voters were more inspired to vote for their candidates of choice. A high urban turnout usually meant the state would go to Clinton, a high rural turnout meant the state would go to Trump. Accepted wisdom that this election was Clinton’s to lose was backed up by polling results. When so many states went into deadlock, the story changed into how had the political elite missed such a crucial element of the American populace. Republican and Democratic pundits alike expressed shock and surprise at the turnout, and were attempting to process the change for hours on end as multiple states stubbornly refused to give us a solid result.

With such an emotional finale to a brutally contentious election season, I think we need a movie that’s easy to swallow and perhaps even a bit dumb. I was thinking of doing Gung Ho, a nationalistic comedy about the auto industry that ultimately acts as globalist propaganda. Or, maybe George Roy Hill’s excellent Slap Shot, a movie that explores the harsh realities of a small milling town hockey team who face a strained economy when the mill is going to shut down. Both are dealing with economic issues that proved to have more legs than the political elite originally estimated. But, they’re both rather dark, and Gung Ho has a bit more racial stereotyping than I’m necessarily comfortable with.

Instead, I’m going with Son-In-Law, a dual fish out of water story about rural and urban America coming together through the zany rebellious antics of Pauly Shore. Rebecca (Carla Gugino) is a small town conservative farm girl from South Dakota who goes off to college in Los Angeles. Immediately upon getting to college, she is confronted with casual male nudity, alcohol, gender bending, a lesbian roommate, and a wild, hormonal, underwear clad Resident Advisor Crawl (Pauly Shore). After Crawl helps Rebecca adjust to California life, Rebecca invites him back to South Dakota for Thanksgiving. There, some of the big city radicalism infiltrates the small town conservatism and the small town responsibility rubs off on the big city wild man.

Son-In-Law isn’t a great movie. It’s barely even a good movie. I mean, this is a movie that things Thanksgiving in South Dakota is full of green trees and open jackets rather than icy breath and scarves. Steve Rash’s direction is competent and provides a singular generic voice. Where Son-In-Law stands out is its stance as an equal opportunity jester. It has enough faith in both the urban and rural communities to gently rib them equally. Actually, Crawl is most frequently the object of jest for being an obnoxious ridiculous pest with a heart. Ultimately, Son-In-Law is a feel good, moderately mindless comedy that promotes interaction and sympathy between two different cultures that were separating from each other. It just feels right for the occasion.