Pineapple Express/Eastbound & Down director David Gordon Green recently let it slip that he’d cast my Columbia classmate James Franco in his next movie, a “medieval stoner comedy” called Your Highness. (GET IT???)
“It’s a medieval movie, so we want a bunch of Ray Harryhausen ‘Clash of the Titans’ effects. We’ve been watching ‘Beastmaster’ and ‘Yor, the Hunter From the Future.’ We want to make a movie on a big scale, but utilizing pre-CGI effects like matte painting, animatronics, and puppets. It’s about a prince who smokes weed and fights dragons.” [ThePlaylist]
I’d love to rip them for making Pineapple Express over again, but that actually sounds kind of awesome. In this month’s Playboy interview, Seth Rogen again says that James Franco actually doesn’t smoke weed, which I’ve heard from a couple different sources now. But I still have a hard time believing this happened sober. In related news, Ray Harryhausen is my German sh-t porn name.
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How can something sound so awesome and fucking retarded at the same time?
Wasn’t this the premise for Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey?
So… James Franco is the bulletproof tiger?
You’re asking that question, Crappy? That’s irony right there.
Like rain on your wedding day?
*David Gordon enters the board room at the studio offices. He silently nods ‘good day’ to the execs, and places his large portfolio on the table. He opens the bag, sets up an easel. He then places a large, blank story board on the easel. Next, he takes out a very tall stack of paper, box of markers, laser pointer, and a Casio keyboard.
The execs settle in for Gordon’s presentation. David then positions himself next to the easel, marker in hand, and says “It’s about a prince who smokes weed and fights dragons.”
No uPyla, the premise for BnTBJ was the same as Weekend at Bernies 2, that premise was, “Go fuck yourselves America!”
I love you J. I was going to follow that with a self deferetial remark about being awesome at being retarded but couldn’t find the funny. But you picked up my fumble and ran that fucker straight to the end zone. [wipes tear]
I’ll see this on one condition:
My theater lets me bring Funyuns and Totino’s Pizza Rolls into the theater.
You know, science is always trying to find a way to bring us better surround sound and 3D and rumble seats, but where are the theaters that have a Hot Pocket warmer under every seat?
In conclusion, science has failed. Jesus forever.
Look, I’ve smoked alot of weed in my day, like the bowl I blazed up this morning, and umm….uhhhhhh……
I fucking forgot what I was going to say.
That’s what I’m here for, C-Dog. I can’t seem to be funny on my own anymore, so I find riding the
cocks & jockscoattails of everyone else is my new meaning in life.I have discovered that the number of typo/spelling errors I make on any given day are directly proportional to the severity of my hangover which has a inverse causal relationship to my capacity to give a fuck about typos/spelling errors.
In conclusion;
My brain hurts today.
But WTF are you to do with front row seats at a hockey game? Drink Earl Grey tea? Think about it fucko!
It may have something to do with my ability to stay on topic as well.
James Franco doesn’t smoke weed, huh? I suppose next you’re gonna tell me women don’t like it when you “accidentally” slip it in the wrong hole? Whatever. You can’t fool me.
I have to be stoned to watch those old Ray Harryhausen films.
Good work, Crapbasket, i was thinking this movie had better have a clockwork owl in it. Tom Baker too. Oh, and some modern day Caroline Munro cleavage.
Columbia *classmate* you say? I knew there was something urbane and erudite about this place. Kind of like Meadow Soprano, except real and not dating Turtle.
“dating turtle”? Is that like space docking?
No CB, but in Germany a Harryhausen is taking a shit in a hairsuite cooter. Also known as a Castro’s Cigar.
see, hairsuite = hirsute when recovering from alcohol poisoning.
This makes me want to sing Puff the Magic Dragon
fuck
FYI:
Eastbound and Down makes me laugh so hard I shit blood.
This concept sounds as enjoyable as eating yogurt out of a bears ass.
I know you’re not supposed to do this, but fuck it because I have no respect for the organization (cult). My friend was at a NA meeting the other night and apparently James Franco was there, passed out in his chair, and fell over backwards. All I could think of when I heard the story was “I wonder if he was wearing those pajama pants from Pineapple Express…”