Today we’ve got the new trailer for Dinner for Schmucks. I’ll be honest: the concept (Paul Rudd has to bring a dork to dinner so his bosses can make fun of him) seems a little lame, but given the talent involved; Paul Rudd, Zach Galifianakis, Steve Carell, Jemaine Clement from Flight of the Conchords, Ron Livingston, Larry Wilmore from the Daily Show, and BRUCE F*CKING GREENWOOD; I’d watch them do anything, even kill my mother. With the stacked roster, it’s almost like Valentine’s Day but for comedy, and not an Al-Qaeda recruitment video.
If the movie is half as good as these screencaps, I’m sold.
[High-res at Apple, hat tip: ScreenJunkies]
TAGS: BRUCE GREENWOOD, DINNER FOR SCHMUCKS, JAY ROACH, PAUL RUDD, STEVE CARELL, TRAILERS, ZACH GALIFIANAKIS
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I’d like to see them all in a death match with David Spade, Adam Sandler, Kevin James, Chris Rock, and Rob Schneider.
Chris Rock?? It’s like I don’t even know you…
I always bring a dork to dinner. [points at crotch]
Paul Rudd is a douche. Your argument is invalid.
H’mm, David Walliams is also in this. He better not let the side down. Like the vulture though.
This movie reminds me of when I was in college. Every fall my frat would hold a party where each of us would invite the least attractive girl we could find. We would make them feel special and excited about getting a date, but once we got them all together in the TV room, we’d go in to the dining room and lay out plates of garbage, then we’d all yell “SOOOEEEE! HERE PIG-PIG-PIGGIES!” and watch with delight as these pathetic sacks of shit finally realized what was happening. The best part was the tears streaming into their snot trails as they lumbered back to their dorms.
But then, my senior year, my date, a butterball with acne named Sharon who looked like a white version of Seal’s cheeks (if he got the mumps), stood up for herself. She didn’t leave. She came into the dining room, and sat down. She calmly said,
“Is that what you all think of us? That we’re pigs? Worthy of your trash and nothing else? Fine. You try to degrade us, but I won’t allow myself to be degraded. Shame on you. You think it will be some thrill to see us dejected and ashamed…and of what? That we deigned to spend an evening with the likes of you? I came for a dinner party and I’m having dinner. Like it or not, you won’t make me cry.”
She then sat down and ate an apple core, bite by deliberate bite. I was ashamed of myself, so I sat down beside her and choked down a banana peel. It felt like the least I could do. I learned something that night. I learned that fatties with acne will totally let you fuck them in the ass if they think you’ve become sensitive to their plight.
Bruce Greenwood and Gerald Posner had a staring contest once, and well, you need only see Gerald to figure out who won.
Wow Mort. Wow.
Just wow.
I was watching a Married With Children feed online last night and they had an episode with the same premise. I only bring this up because that show had some awesome whores over the years.
…and then Danny Glover shows up, pulls out his aged but capable member and jizzes all over the guests while shouting, “GUESS WHO’S COMING ON THE DINNER!!!!!!!!!”
And so the Great Magnet gave you Tiger’ish.
Well, Morty sent Him crashing back down to Earth after seeing that Iron Sheik video!
Speaking of Tiger’ish, new post within a week. Sorry for those who like them that it takes me so long in between.
S-okay tonS, new spawn take up a lot of time, with their pukey, shitty routine.
My childhood next door neighbor beat the crap out of Ron Livingston once. True story.