There’s a scene in the movie Bowfinger where Eddie Murphy crosses a speedy six lane interstate lane-by-lane screaming, “Mother of God! Mother of God!” while cars careen within inches of him, his shirt flapping, his arms flailing as he stops abruptly on his toes. A car whizzes past him in front (“Mother of God! Mother of God!”) and one in the lane behind. His shirt billows. He arrives physically unharmed at ...