The Office was good. Extras was really good. Ghost Town was okaaay, and Ricky Gervais was the one decent thing at the Golden Globes aside from Jon Hamm’s beard. Did you see his jab at Mel Gibson? Man, what a mischievous prick he is. Just the kind of guy we need — charismatic, funny and smart. So why is his second high-concept Hollywood comedy, The Invention of Lying, so shitty?
What is there to say, really? Wild Hogs is a terrible, homophobic, piece of shit movie. The fact that it racked up millions at the box office should be proof enough we deserve complete economic and social collapse. The sooner we’re spending every waking minute protecting our women and rations from marauding mutants, the sooner we’re not spending our money and time on cinematic feces starring a washed-up Scientologist who squandered his own comeback, a guy who went from starring [...]
The Foot Fist Way stars Danny McBride as a sleepy-eyed narcissist who owns a McDojo where he abuses kids and hits on cute blondes. He’s rude, clueless and generally unlikeable. The guy is so self-involved he doesn’t realize his wife is a cheating whore or that his vocation is bullshit. You can only chop so much plywood before someone who actually knows how to fight kicks your ass.
The Hangover, besides hilarious, is also a really well-made flick full of interesting editing choices, novel camera movement, perfect soundtrack selection, and a clever narrative you wouldn’t expect to find in a movie about four dopey guys and their colossal hangover.
Mike Judge’s latest animated effort, The Goode Family, can’t escape comparisons to its animated family sitcom contemporaries (there are approximately one million of them now) and I’m not sure we need another one. Especially one that seems this outdated.
Seth Rogen appears in his four hundredth movie of the year as a screaming, swearing, disturbing oaf of a mall cop – yeah, our second mall cop movie in as many months. Observe and Report tries so hard to wow with its edgy weirdness – it comes off as stupid and desperate. Meanwhile, in its mission to shock and awe it forgot THE FUCKING JOKES.
If the movie was just Tom Hanks and his babe running through neon alleyways as he chases her with an egg beater (which he does in one scene) then this would be a terrific, cute little comedic gem about love or whatever. Too bad it’s really a shitty Animal House rip-off. Yeah, the title should have been the first clue.
Black Knight opens with Martin Lawrence torturing himself in the bathroom and making weird noises. Apparently, this is his morning routine. It’s a decent way to start the movie – if only to believe Martin Lawrence really does this and is a sad, weird man who exists in a world of self-afflicted pain.
He’s Just Not That Into You opens with the New Line logo. Wait, NEW LINE? I thought New Line was dead because they keep making shit like He’s Just Not That Into You – a romantic comedy similar to others in the genre in that it forgets the comedy. And the romance.
Yeah, I saw it. Not a whole lot to talk about, really. It’s so void of humor, charm, emotion – anything. It’s a black hole of cinema, sucking away the nebulous talent and respect of all those I mentioned above. The best thing about it is the Henry Mancini theme song and the 2D animated intro.
Role Models looks like another stale Judd Apatow/Will Ferrell thing, and WELL it kinda is but I still managed to enjoy it – thanks to decent writing and direction by Stella/SuperJail! superstar David Wain, some foul-mouthed kids, and a whole lot of Live-Action-Role-Playing (LARPing).
I get it, America. Paul Blart is a well-meaning, schlub of an oaf, and you want to see him succeed. He’s Homer Simpson. He’s John Candy. He’s … YOU! In a certain light he’s not all that different from Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler – a New Jersey scab who just wants things to be better. But you gotta be high to buy a Paul Blart ticket instead of The Wrestler.
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