Of the three cardinal components that concoct the lifeblood of most humour: incongruity, irony, and the surreal, only irony is largely missing from this very silly yet funny work, filmed in and about Seattle, that has a misplaced atomic bomb as its primary issue, along with a collection of quaint individuals who are trying to deal with a plausible disaster of widespread extinction of life. Following a clever animated opening for the credits, the vintage bomb, M.A.R.Y. (Military Armament Round, Yellow), introduces herself by voiceover as hungering for travel, and soon her passage into a military arsenal is aborted, as she is delivered in error to a family operated war surplus store (owned by liberal environmentalists!) in Seattle, whereupon representatives of the Federal government and military attempt to retrieve her. An elaborate plot is in place here, and if one desires a linear narrative, there will be disappointment insofar as outrageous situations tumble forth, one upon the other; however, director, cast and crew all tidily contribute to the satisfactory completion of a low-budget little known title which has become quite difficult to locate. Director/writer/producer Bruce Wilson is not afraid to take that time necessary for full development of scenes fundamental to this production's success as a comedy, for there is value in the details, those instances that are advanced with paced dialogue with a result that no matter how goofy events may be, there is no effect of vacuous slapstick.
