This is the first trailer for Dreamworks animation’s next movie, How to Train Your Dragon, opening March 26th, from co-directors Dean Dubois and Chris Sanders, who previously did Lilo & Stitch. I’ll give DW a little credit for creativity for this time, because it least it’s not about a Chinese Panda or a Mexican Chihuahua or an Australian kangaroo. That said, Jay Baruchel seems to be trying extra hard to annoy me as the voice of the lead. His aggressively average, schlubby everydouche character was already wearing thin the first time he did it and he seems to be laying it on extra thick here. I don’t get it, why do they keep putting this character in movies? It’s not interesting and it sure as hell isn’t likable. I’d take a pedophile or an arsonist over this boring jagoff any day. Are we supposed to identify with this guy? Because I have an overwhelming urge to pull his underwear over his head and push his head in the toilet. What we should do is put the Jay Baruchel character on an ice flow with Kevin James and Kenneth from 30 Rock and nudge it towards Antarctica.
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“Lava Tacos were a bad choice.”
Gerard Butler took a break from awful chick flicks (I mean really awful) to play against type as a revenge-seeking, car-bombing madman in Law Abiding Citizen. His wife and daughter are murdered in front of him, but the D.A. (Jamie Foxx) accepts a plea bargain that sets one of the killers free. So Butler’s character does what any of us would do if we found out Jamie Foxx is going to represent our case in a court of law: start killraging, Death Wish style.
Directed by Gary Gray (Friday, The Negotiator, The Italian Job) and written by Kurt Wimmer (The Thomas Crown Affair, Equilibrium, The Recruit).
(One way or another, the Sheik would have what she was having)
An international press junket for Katherine Heigl’s The Ugly Truth at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills had to be moved after a bomb threat emptied the building.
So what did Sony execs do? Shepherd all the junketeers including the movie stars and the Hollywood Foreign Press Association from the green median on Burton Way across the street to the nearby restaurant Il Cielo — and set up the junket there until the hotel gave the all-clear signal. As my source emailed, “Publicists never give up.” [DHD]
Meanwhile, terrorists are lazy, apparently. The people who made The Ugly Truth and a room full of publicists? Talk about a missed recruiting opportunity. Deliver that bomb via a white guy with dreadlocks listening to techno in his car and trust me, the whole world would ululate as one.
You know that scene in When Harry Met Sally where Meg Ryan fakes an orgasm in a restaurant? Of course you do, it’s the most famous romantic comedy scene of all time. Well Katherine Heigl and the makers of The Ugly Truth do too, which is why they made this… uh, homage? Which manages to take all the sexiness and surprise out of the original and turn it into lame, plodding gag about vibrating underwear (”I’ll have what she’s having” is now “What’s in ceviche?”). I’m not sure if they meant to rip off When Harry Met Sally or the under-the-table-jerk-off scene in Wedding Crashers, but in either case, Heigl’s fake orgasm is one of the least sexy, least convincing ever, and I’d like to think I know a little something about fake orgasms. And she was raised a Mormon, so you’d think she’d know a little something about magic underwear.
[via Comingsoon]
It seems the way to write a Hollywood rom-com these days is to collect your most insanely obvious and intuitive relationship observations and fashion a crude narrative out of them. Like, “If you meet a guy and he seems uninterested at first but then says, ‘call me in six beers,’ and later you have sex with him but he never calls and then when you confront him about it he says he was weirded out by your oversized labia …he’s just not that into you.” Such brilliant insight into the human condition abounds in this red-band clip from The Ugly Truth.
And all the while, Katherine Heigl has to pretend like this is all coming from a mutant with superhuman powers of perception who has shapeshifted into the form of her father in order to make her feel more comfortable. I can’t wait until the next scene, when Gerard Butler and his mangled accent explain the trouble with dingleberries.
