*EPIC DURST*
03.26.09
Back in the early days of FilmDrunk, we decided the term “jump the shark” had jumped the shark, so we replaced it with “durst,” in honor of Fred Durst. Little did we know that he’d become a film director and would even get decent reviews for The Education of Charlie Banks. Tucked into a recent THR review is the news that Durst’s next project is a script by Seven writer Andrew Kevin Walker*. From THR…
“I’m going to direct ‘Psycho Killer,” Durst said. “I’m very excited about it. It’s not a throwaway slasher genre film. It’s a very smart, really compelling story about a serial killer on a mission for Satan.”
Is he being serious? Hard to tell. The hat says no but the stupid look on his face says yes.
*Andrew Ke7in Walker?
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Couldn’t they have paired this guy with the screenwriter of “White Chicks” or of “Ballistic: Ecks vs Sever”? You know, someone who Dursts their screenplays.
“Psycho Killer”? Quest que gay.
So he kills psychos, for Satan?
This is as confusing as Lesbian Vampire Killers.
An “Epic Durst” is where you vomit on a chic right after you bang her.
I’m so excited, I’m fit to durst
This makes me want to break stuff.
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa, better. Run run run run run run far awaaaaaaaaaaay from this movie.
Brad Pitt-”Whats in the fucking box?!?”
Morgan Freeman-”…Fred Dursts head.”
Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman shrug and calmly walk away leaving Kevin Spacey sitting there.
Kevin Spacey-”Umm…Guys?”
Can we expect a rap-metal cover of The Talking Heads on the soundtrack?
Pyscho killer, in the dark, Ooo Waa Aaaa Aaa Aaa Aaa
Pass.
Keep them film reels rollin’ rollin’ rollin’.
He looks like Indiana Pwns and the Raidaz of the Lost Narc.
Under Fred’s fedora?
A limp biscuit
All he wanted was a grammy, just one grammy, or fuck it maybe an oscar or a golden globe. Seriously, can anybody spare some change?
Fred Dursty went on to tell a high school sophomore “you’re not like all the other girls, baby. You’re so mature. I can’t believe you’re still in high school. You’re smarter than any of the college girls I know. Hey, want to take a ride in my car?”
Who’s financing this garbage? He’s certainly not.
New up, but apparently you can’t say hard-on . . . or can you?
OK, so maybe you can.