Wes Anderson has been hired to write the remake of the 2006 French film, My Best Friend.
The French pic starred Daniel Auteuil as a cranky antiques dealer who learns at a dinner with his closest acquaintances that none of them really like him because of his harsh manner and selfishness. When his business partner bets him a valuable vase that he can’t produce a best friend, the dealer tries to get an amiable cab driver to pose as his buddy. [Variety]
Wes Anderson’s a great director and an amazing production designer, but in my infallible opinion, only the films Owen Wilson co-wrote (Rushmore and Royal Tenenbaums) were truly great. Oh, and I bet you a thousand dollars the cab driver will be Indian.



The Darjeeling Limited was awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwful.
I heard this is going to star Michael Caine.
Wouldn’t it be weird if a woman’s tits shrunk in cold water like balls?
This post reminds me. I’m taking my Commodore 64 to The Antiques Road Show in Sioux City this winter. That fucker is mint too. I’m hoping to get at least 75 maybe 80 cents.
J-Bring it to my place! We can play M.U.L.E.!
JHC do you want to take my ColecoVision along? You might get an extra 10-15 cents.
I’ll pack up the TurboGrafx too. I don’t have my Sega Genesis or Saturn anymore though. Sorry.
Kids these days and their fancy video games. They don’t know what it’s like to rack up extra life after extra life by having to jump up and down on a turtle shell for hours on end. Little bastards. GET OFF MY LAWN!!!!
Anybody have any use for an Atari Jaguar controller with 16 broken buttons?
Oh, and I bet you a thousand dollars the cab driver will be Indian.
I see your thousand and raise you $1500 that there will be slowmotion and Beatles songs throughout.
Wes Anderson movie = bets a valuable base
Ben Stiller movie = breaks a valuable base
Advantage: Push
JHC I know what you mean. We were lucky enough the other day to finally get an original Mario Bros. stand up arcade game. Brought back memories of all the quarters spent in the ol’ arcade.
My best friend is a guy they call Winky because he has an eye twitch. it’s a wonder no one calls him Harry because of his hairlip or Stumpy because he has a little penis.
Donkey Hodey = can’t tell the difference between “vase” and “base”
Advantage: The American Public School System.
Bill Murray was asked about his relationship with Wes just after he drunkenly crashed his golfcart into crowd of Paparazzi trying to get pictures of Whineho vomiting blood in the St. Andrews Four Seasons, he stated, “Fuck!” before pulling his flacid dick out of his sans belt trousers and chasing pigeons around the courtyard.
Hey, no, comment waiting…moderation, blsh blsh, I guess I’m approved!
Welcome back, Crap.
I dont have friends, either.
Wes Anderson looks like a better lesbian than writer.
Owen Wilson also co-wrote Bottle Rocket, which is Wes Anderson’s real best movie. Fuckwits.
Wes Anderson movie = bets a valuable base
Ben Stiller movie = breaks a valuable base
Jimmy Fallon movie – steals a valuable base.
Just thought I’d call your Ron Cey and raise you a Dave Roberts, JHC.
Have you guys ever seen Wes Anderson and Owen Wilson’s nose in the same room?
Weird, don’t you think?
I think it was Life Aquatic that made Owen try to kill himself. Not that he had anything to do with it, but that he didn’t do enough to try and stop it.
Tx, GPP.
Pauly, if you can look at a man’s nose and inside his ass at the same time, you may just get the answer you’re looking for.
Who’s that chick wearing the old frumpy suit in the banner pic? She’s kinda hot, no?
what is it about courdoroy that makes him look so genital free?
I’m kind of suprised he and Ellen DeGeneres aren’t married
sup-rise sup-rise sup-rise
FUCK SPELING
Brett Ratner = All your base are belong to us
Stanley Kubric = first half of the movie dedicated to vasic training.
Wes Anderson looks like a cross between Martin Short and Martin Sheen.
Call me crazy, but I’m thinking this dude’s mom’s snizz is stretched to the max after passing that fucking dome through there. Can you say episiotomy, children?
Wes Anderson looks like a cross between Martin Short and
MartinSheena Easton.Fick said.
BOTTLE ROCKET SUCKED. There, I said it. Typical fucking film school movie without much to say.
I always thought the “hips are wider than the shoulders” look was saved for most of the women that shop at Wal-Mart. He pulls it off well though.
(that was in response to dommy, btw)
YOU SUCK! See, I drew it out on this placemat and there are stars and stuff around it.
Vince, I don’t think too many of us would complain if you threw an MMA post in here every now and again. I don’t think Ufford would care much either, unless it’s happening at halftime of a Seahawks cock-sucking, err, football game.
In puffy paint??
I’m sorry Vlance, let’s never fight again.
@JHC – I always say I’m going to do more of those for WL. But I’m lazy and I don’t like working for free.
The shiny pony pin on his lapel is what really sets off the grey sweater vest. Fuck you if you don’t know how fashion works. Haters.
I was reeeealllly high when I saw Bottle Rocket and don’t remember shit, so I’ll just say it sucked.
{Hides behind The Thumb and flips off dommy}
Am I still a fuckwit if I’ve never seen Bottle Rocket? Yes? Good.
Bottle Rockets are illegal in Nebraska. That’s why you buy them in May in Kansas or Mizzooooooooweeeeee.
MIDWEST+!!!!
See what I mean? I’m just fucking off more that usual today. Godfuckshitdamnit….
Ok, someone paid me to be their friend once, but after about 10 mins he threw goo on my back and left.
I hope my stupidity hasn’t rubbed off on anyone. Which isn’t to say I’m hoping to rub one off on someone later.
Way to tell Dommy off, Lince! The heathens aboard Grethor were shaking in their fishnet stockings! You are such a fag.
Well, we can call that one a Durst.
Let me start by saying MIDWEST 3+!!! Now, fuck off dommy, too close to my nik. Plus you suck.
JHC, the only place you can buy bottlerockets in Kansas is from me, I’ve got an old as shit stockpile, prolly 15 years old. Like 50 grosses. You don’t know shit about interstate fireworks legality, muthafucka.
I think a portion of my sanity was sucked into a tiny black hole about four minutes ago.
Really? You can’t buy them in Kansas? Huh… You’re right, I don’t know shit about fireworks then. Fuck Mike with a roman candle.
I nearly blew off some fingers with old fireworks once. Nice, long fuse – maybe 3″ or so – burned down to ignition in about 1/3 of a second. I had just let go. I forget what it was – bigger than a fire cracker, not quite an M80. I was like 14 years old, and so was the firework.
Nothing beats using electrical tape to bind about 40 sparklers together really tight and lighting that bastard off. BIG BADDA BOOM!!
*Donk cracks his knuckles, leans back in his chair*
You know, I live one mile from the Missouri border and they sell bottle rockets. You suckahs want some bottle rockets?
*chodin returns from Indian reservation*
Somebody say fireworks?
Yeah but J, now they only sell these new crappy sparklers that are wrapped in fruity rainbow paper. They suck, and you can’t blow em up. I just go a block over to the store and buy some dry ice if I want to blow shit up.
I live in Texas where it’s mandatory to blow shit up on holidays.
Yeah but you’re blowing up a smaller part of your state, proportionately.
They don’t sell the good ones in Miss Sue anymore, Nom? I had a buddy get me a whole shit load last year from somewhere.
You can always pick some up in Pennsyltuckey.
I’m a fan of the growing snakes, personally. No, not the children’s fireworks, I’m talking about dicks.
Homo.
and by ‘some’ I mean Amish, fireworks, shoefly pie or my Mom and Dad.
why is your dick burney and black Chod?
Well, I haven’t tried driving out of state in search of sparklers. Good idea. I’m booking my Greyhound ticket as we speak.
I’m not complaining, it’s just smoking up the room.
Actually, I’m complaining. Can I get you some neosporin or something?
I think you need to ride the bike with a seat for a while.
stack o’ buns
where did you guys go? you can borrow my punk
Did you guys know that flashing signals work underwater? Seriously, you can throw them in a toilet and they still flash! It makes doody time much more entertaining!
Chelle, it’s supposed to look like this…and hang like that…and bleed this way…and gasp for life…and leak.
*shoves hands in pockets and kicks empty can*
*hands Chod the ducky beanie baby…seems appropriate*
I grew up about 30 minutes from an Indian reservation and any time of the year they’ll sell you “boom sticks”. Half the time you leave the res with a shit load of illegal fireworks, but the other half of the time you leave with a new wife and her three sons Dwayne, Victor and Shitting Dog.
I did notice that Jumping Jacks suck nowadays. The firework. The act is still entertaining.
I lived a couple miles away from a rez for a couple years. They always fucked with our cars until me and some of the other locals started parking our cars in a circle at night. Problem solved.
True Story, we went on fieldtrips to defunct reservations and played on the fucking burial mounds. So yeah, see you in hell.
Without fireworks powerful enough to blow off fingers anymore, how am I supposed to raise my kids to know when to get weary when a stranger says “trust me, I do this all the time.” ?
Introduce them to the local pedophile who’s on parole, Donkee
It’ll be good for them.
Nom, I just hope you’re still around by the time they’re born.
Hoping won’t do anything, you have to ACTUALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN. Goddamn, I can’t fucking BELIEVE the audacity of hope.
Thank you Tim Gunn!
Hey, I am doing something to make it happen, I’m abiding by the rule.
We don’t BTK our own.
All comments to be interpereted as per ANSI Y14.5M-19942.
I meant that you have to hurry up and father some children. Don’t worry about me, I’ll live. Although I wouldn’t really consider not molesting children “living”.
Hey, I’m trying, but I think the shower drain is barren.
wes anderson looks like that creepy college professor with the awful breaff
Donk, you have to time it so that you do it just before the one time of the month you flush your toilet. That’s when your drain is ovulating.
Ohhhh, that’s the problem. I always have somebody do that flush while I’m in the shower. The burning water helps things along, ifyouknowwhattimean.
*nods knowingly*
Fuck work, I’m out!! Peas.
If that jacket doesn’t have leather elbow patches then Wes Anderson can go fuck himself. Where’s his hat, too? I’m thinking a fez or maybe the devastating WW1 fighter pilot goggles and scarf combo.
This guy and his movies are boring. Next time you have to do a story about Wes Anderson, at least put up a picture of Pam Anderson, preferably with a pud in her mouth.
Sorry Nom, I’m not that well versed with ANSI. Could you maybe run your comments through the NFPA 101-2006, or maybe IBC-IRC 2008.
Though if we have to get ADA up in here, I’m all over it.
which way to the big ol bigot screenwriting seminar?
I’m glad to see someone caught that comment, erswi. But I feel even the drafters didn’t fully get the joke. Or they did. Maybe I should explain what I was going for in it…..
you know for an elitist rich prick, wes anderson is quite ugly
hey i put that “,” in the wrong place
{wanders in, wonders why}
Hehe, Nommy’s talking about pinhead tolerances.
My and Aslan here are gonna go violat OSHA standards 1910.119 & 1926.64.
Oh, and; {deep breath}
DDDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t make me bust out with the fucked up contradicting canandian structural standards regarding caged ladders diremutt, if that is your real name, craptastic. Er basket. I got a ball for ya.
DireTastbaskcrapmutt says:
My problem is convincing the Mexicans that work at my facility that, “Yes, there are such things as regulations against putting an extension ladder on a pallet lifted into the air full mast by a forklift to change a lightbulb. Now, get down from there and use the GODDAMNED BOOM LIFT!!!”
Seriously.
I’m out.
{chases ball into tall grass and disappears}
I’ve seen that picture before. Also the one of the one forklift lifting the other one lifting the mexican.
I’m starting to like the night shift around here again. All types of crazy.
Who you calling a psycho, muthafucka? Crazy is accepting the established order of things instead of posting stupid fucking oomments on the internet for no fucking reason. Pursue your dreams? The most efficient way to pursue your fucking dreams is in your fucking bed. Give up on life, it’ll just kill you. What?