Tonight takes “the candidate” to a Wyoming of yore, transporting the Mitt cyborg for fund-raising to a bygone Bush-Cheney era that has otherwise been erased from memory in 2012.
In Jackson Hole, it will spend congenial hours in a virtual reality simulation of a decade ago, mingling with Dick, Lynne, Liz and their very rich friends with checkbooks after being projected back to the old civil rights era the day before to be booed by the NAACP, a scene designed to be explicated for the faithful by Rush Limbaugh.
Romneybots are everywhere to be tracked down in a grownup version of “Where’s Waldo?”
If there is a real person in all this, he is as elusive as those 21st century actors constantly being teleported to movie sets of the 1930s or 1960s, depending on the plot’s requirements. While flashbacks create an appearance of actuality, the audience knows some demented director is really pulling the strings.
Lovers of old movies will recognize all this as a high-tech update of what Mel Brooks did in “Blazing Saddles,” the classic spoof of cowboys sitting around a campfire emitting brain farts and punching horses in the tale about undermining a black sheriff that ends with a giant brawl breaking through studio walls and spilling from one movie set to another.
Sci-fi spectacular or Brooksian comedy, will the real Mitt Romney stand up? Voters need a reality show before November.