Furry Vengeance mega-star Brendan Fraser is poised to yet again redefine the high-concept comedy, by starring in a story about fish robbery called… wait for it… “Whole Lotta Sole.”
Mother of God, will this bow tie EVER stop spinning??
Brendan Fraser will topline comedic heist pic, produced by Jay Russell and directed by Terry George. Budgeted at about $5.5 million, “Sole” will shoot in Northern Ireland.
Script by George and Thomas Gallagher centers on a young man robbing a fish shop in order to pay off a gambling debt; the heist goes terribly — and humorously — awry when it turns into a hostage situation. Fraser will portray the shopkeeper, who’s on the run from his gangster father-in-law.
Did I mention it’s called “Whole Lotta Sole?” Your move, satire. BUT WAIT! We still haven’t reached the (*RECORD SCRATCH*) portion of the article!
George previously directed “Hotel Rwanda” from his own script and directed “Reservation Road.” [Variety]
(*banana peel, kazoo, slide whistle, Flintstones’ car coming to a halt*) On second thought, let’s not go to Hollywood. ‘Tis a silly place. So the next time you’re thinking of snubbing Harvey Weinstein’s lunch invitation and your agent yells, “You screw this up and you’ll be directing… fish heist movies! With… Brendan Fraser!” Don’t think they’re just idle threats. God, I can’t wait to hear the trailer announcer say “…from the director of Hotel Rwanda,” while a CGI fish dances to Willow Smith.

Related fish pun joke #1 – The film has no plaice in cinemas.
Related fish pun joke#2 – This film will probably be a load of carp.
Hasn’t Northern Ireland suffered enough?
Cods and Monsters I would’ve seen. Bass From the Past, sure. Not this though.
@Patty: I suspect this film is a scheme to get the Catholics and Protestants to finally agree on something.
Yet again proving that doing anything w/ some guy named Brendan is a complete mistake (the Frotcast is the exception to the rule. Without Brendan that shit makes Jessie J sound good).
A $5.5 million comedic heist film starring Brendan Fraser? Can we skip the production, give the money directly to the Northern Ireland economy, and release two hours of the above .gif in a loop? The people who pay to see it won’t know the difference and the rest of us will feel much better about ourselves.
I guess Hotel Rwanda was a fluke.
Ooh, maybe U2 could write a song about it.
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[Crappy emerges from bushes pulling up pants. A mime runs off crying]
Sole Man in the sound track or GTFO. I mean don’t coddle us Hollytards. You can’t put Striper on it. So don’t be koi, or do it half assed just for the halibut.
“So Kevin, baby, what did you think, was I right about it being a dynamite script? No? Not at all, huh? Okay, thanks anyway, baby, we’ll be in touch.”
* opens WordPad *
* erases Erin Go Blart *
* types Whole Lotta Sole *
* dials phone *
“Brendan, baby, how are you? Listen, I’m gonna send over this dynamite script…”
Why not call it School Ties?
More like a Whole Lotta Crappie.
I kind of want to start an office pool to see how many times Encino Man gets cracked in the Phelps factory.
Lince is putting us on. There is no fucking way.
Does anyone remember Vince’s post about Yogi Bear, where he said Brendan Fraser stared at his silent phone with a tear running down his cheek? It turns out Fraser was just being picky about which roles he takes.
Did y’all know that there’s a fish called the slippery dick?
I don’t have a joke for that. It just seems relevant.
Coming from the director of Hotel Rwanda and set in Northern Ireland, I see this as an arty black and white movie full of pathos and despair. Suggested title: “Art Soles”
The Mighty Feklahr was going to ask, “Where did Fraser go wrong?”, but in retrospect the dude’s shark has been jumped since “Encino Man”.
Did y’all know that there’s a fish called the slippery dick?
Sounds like the tranny-prostitute that works the alley at the ped-mall.
Robbing the fish store is a very technically difficult sexual position.
Also, I re-watched Hot Fuzz this last weekend and nope, still not funny.
YOU ARE SO WRONG!
(*fires gun in the air while going, “Aaaahhhh!”*)
I thought that part was really sad. :*(
Well. Well. Well. For starters, Reggie Bartalk is Regan Fraser. I am actually Brendan’s brother and I am in Halifax, Canada. I think that because Brendan knows that I worked in a fish shop in Halifax last year, he is influenced by my real-life. ‘Cos he ain’t got a real life! He’s too busy looking good for cameras to pick up a phone and call me for once in a decade. Go ahead Brendan, have your drunken fun in Ireland! Raise a pint or five of Guiness for me! Just save some of your liver for when we are 65 years old, please. How about it? To everyone I meet who asks if I’m related to you (and I am careful NOT to say it very much) I can only guard that you don’t love me, your brother. No…you love your fame! And by the way, you got three sons who’ve never met their uncle. What do you tell them when they say, “Who is uncle Reggie?” (If they ever wonder at all) HMMMM? Probably something like, “Oh he’s just a slack-jawed, drunken Karaoke-Singing Slob… who lives in a faraway place called Halifax.” Thanks a lot! You know what? You can just take your Canadian passport and shove it where the sun don’t shine!