(“Now repeat, I…will not eat all of the Advent chocolates on the first day.”)
After the jump, I’ve got the trailer for Cyrus, the latest project from writing/directing, brother duo, Jay Duplass and Mark Duplass (The Puffy Chair, Baghead). Cyrus centers on the story of a recent divorcee (John C. Reilly) who winds up meeting the perfect woman (Marisa Tomei), only to find out that her grown-ass son (Jonah Hill), who is dependently obsessed with her, multiplies if you feed him after midnight still lives at home with her.
Hell, I’d watch John C. Reilly carve up the family cat and still laugh at his performance. Add to that a side of Marisa Tomei, along with the deep-fried version of Jonah Hilll, and I’m intrigued. The trailer feels a little dark too, which I hope is the direction this film takes. Because let’s face it, I like my movies the same way that I prefer my women: sick.
-chodin
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Marisa Tomei better have a C-sectiom scar that begins at her vagina and ends at the bridge of her nose if they want me to believe she birthed Jonah Hill.
SAINTS WIN!! SAINTS WIN!!
Also, if I met a chick that had a Jonah Hill sized son, the first thing that would come to mind is throwing a hotdog into space.
A deep-fried version of Jonah Hill would only try to dip himself in ranch dressing and eat himself.
Did you happen to catch the professional football contest on television tonight? No? Oh sir, the Vikings of Minnesota took on the Saints of New Orleans. And in the end, the Saints triumphed by kicking an oblong ball made of pigskin through a big “H”. It was a most ripping victory.
I admire both Jonah Hill and John C. Reilly for their willingness to allow their physical unattractiveness to be part of the joke.
Not that it matters. I’m laughing at them anyway.
Erswi, are you referring to that unfounded Pass Interference call? The 50 black guys in MN are feeling robbed.
Hat? He was mugged!!
Wait… Stepbrothers? No… What? Boats…. Hoes? I don’t know what’s going on here. WHAT’S HAPPENING?
The title character is an homage to Miley Cyrus’ new autobiography for which the film is loosely based. The physical similarities between Reilly and Billy Ray made casting a no-brainer. Marisa Tomei plays the part of “1,000 prostitutes.”