Here we have the trailer for David Schwimmer’s (yes, Ross from Friends) sophomore effort as a director, Trust, which will play the Toronto Film Festival next month. I’m one of the few avowed Schwimmer defenders around (I think he’s a solid actor, sue me), but even with a script from Michael Ian Black and Simon Pegg, Run Fatboy Run was about as lame and generic as they come. Schwimmer’s latest is about an online predator, and while I expect this kind of torn-from-the-headlines queef party from Dateline NBC or Law and Order: Juggalo Perverts Unit Kalamazoo, it’s not quite what I look for in a feature. In fact, if you just watch this six seconds of it, it looks like a Brinks home security commercial:
That’s the “after” version, once the polite operator has helped keep your home safe from all manner of Caucasian thugs. Sorry, I digress. Anyway, this was my favorite exchange from the trailer:
CLIVE OWEN: Who are you talking to?
DAUGHTER: I’m chatting, Dad.
Haha, get the lingo right, n00B. Sorry, you’ll have to excuse Clive Owen, he’s just an IDIOT.
This movie looks like if you told an alien or a robot to cut together a movie that it thought would appeal to a human American.

True Story Aside: My old apartment in New York was once used as a location in an episode of Law and Order: Criminal Intent. They used it to shoot the interior scenes set in an online predator’s apartment. So basically, my apartment played “pedophile’s apartment” on Law & Order. They paid me a few grand. True story.
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Guy’cha, these guys will stoop to anything to sell them magazine subscriptions for their school trip for minority orphans with learning disabilities!
I’m typing this from underneath your jerk off couch, Vince.
This transcript from their last “talk” should have been a dead give-away:
*Girl has logged on to messenger
*Pervy posing as a volleyball player logged on to messenger
G: lol hi
P: hey, hi, nice 2 c u!
G: I have two tests at school tomorrow, lame
P: Bummer 8^(
G: How was volleyball practice?
P: I found the perfect meat hook and have a great spot for you in the freezer.
G: lolwut?
P: Just kidding! Do you like Jonas Bros? :D
G: Oh em gee YES!!!111!1!
Then again, this beats the forshak out of Lisa Kudrow’s latest pioneering in coffee-shop porn: “Oh Smelly Pussy, SMELL-LLEEE Pussy, What Am I Feeding You? Oh, Yeah…Black Guys!”
The call is coming from inside a private chalet in Switzerland
Take a seat where? Over there? Push in your stool, sir?
One of these days someone’s going to figure out that Hanson does that show to meet interesting men.
Dor sho gha! True story! The Mighty Feklahr just read that His old high school wrestling coach got pulled over in Coralville for driving down the wrong side of a highway and blew a fucking .241 BAC!
The Mighty One is sure Rip Torn saw this and even said, “Not bad, kid!”
Shoot the double. Again! Again!
Wrestling coaches probably drive better drunk than we do sober, Fek.
This fall, Chris Hansen is ‘The Trustee’.
I’m gonna assume that this was originally going to be a Lifetime Movie of the Week.
Sorry Jennifer Love Hewitt!
That’s the “after” version, once the polite operator has helped keep your home safe from all manner of Caucasian thugs.
Yo girl, I’m about to perform a “breaking and entering” on your fine ass, nah mean?
Girl: Hey, I’m here. Where are you?
Rapist: Hi, my name is Burnsy.
*Rape commences*
Perv: Ur dad sounds awesome. You can give him a new name after our date.
Girl: What new name?
Perv: Clive POwend.
Vince am I right to assume that they just plucked your name off the preditors watch list, you know to make sure it was authentic looking and all.
I wanna be the Barefoot Bandit of the pedophile world … except not get busted.
I could leave my calling card: a bear paw print