A new trailer for Mr. Popper’s Penguins (in theaters June 17th!) has hit the web, which presents something of a dilemma for me. Because, while my enthusiasm for Jim Carrey hamming it up for the camera has waned over the years, in conjunction with his typically-Canadian slide towards total insanity (see also: Aykroyd, Dan), my ability to watch penguins waddle around squawking and sliding around on their bellies like portly, tuxedo-ed drunks knows virtually no bounds. HEE HEE! LOOK AT THEM WADDLE! (*claps hands*)
Now, while we could discuss the worst of the family comedy clichés on display here — the toilet-flush gag, the workaholic father, the flooded bathroom, a gratuitous dance scene, YOU’RE RUINING MY IMPORTANT BUSINESS MEETING! — I think it’s more interesting to note that the entire film can basically be boiled down into three frames:
Additional Note: There was a fart sound between the first and second frames. -via Comingsoon
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Clearly the fart noise was there to keep us from thinking it was penguin semen that fell on his shoe.
Your fascination with those three frames can be summed up in three words: Mr. Penguin’s Pooper.
Aykroyd should go by ‘The Kroyd’, kind of like ‘The Donald’.
Jim Carrey hasn’t been shat on like that since the reviews came in for “The Number 23.”
Clearly this film is an allegory for the retreat of modern Roman Catholicism from the radical Vatican II reforms to a classic and traditional catechism, with Carrey as the Pope and the penguins representing the clergy. At first Carrey is obsessed with the trappings of modern consumerist culture, and the clergy justly responds with a long flatulent shit. Only later when he has rejected the siren call of secularism do the penguins move in lock-step with the Pontiff as he strikes a Christ-like pose.
Mr. Carrey, is that
the smouldering remains of your careerpenguin fartsan Oscar I smell?[Falls out of portal in ceiling]
“There was a fart sound between the first and second frames.”
I’ve a sudden urge to go bowling.
That penguin turned his dress shoes into loafers!
So the penguin paid to see Liar Liar too, eh?
DON”T YOU EVER FUCKING SPEAK ILL OF LIAR LIAR AGAIN.
This would be a thousand times better if they used real penguins and it had alison brie in the jim carrey role. I would pay any amount of money to watch alison brie play with penguins for an hour and a half. I can see it now:
(penguin bites off buttons on blouse)
Alison Brie: “Oh my what have you done penguin?”
(repeat for 1.5 hours)
I’d have expected that about The Cable Guy, but I’ve never seen anyone sprout fangs over Liar Liar.
Are The Majestic or The Number 23 fair game? Because I could just as easily pee on their shoes.
Thy humor is like the penguin. Frigid. Flightless. Confined to the Southern Hemisphere.