Okay, fess up: do you know anyone who saw The Final Destination this weekend? I know a few people (biblically, boosh), and I’m pretty sure no one I know saw it. Yet it made almost $30 million and was number one at the box office this weekend. Which leads me to believe there’s a giant underground city out there somewhere full of three million toothless Final Destination-loving yokels. Now there’s your horror movie plot. Wait, no — chick with huge tits discovers underground yokel city. There, now it’s perfect. Pay me. ADDITIONAL FUN FACT: This week’s number one was originally slated for home video release. That’s right, some movie execs actually overestimated the country’s intelligence level. That’s it, I’m buying a helmet.
Elsewhere, Nikki Finke writes:
But even Hollywood is embarrassed by the fact that this weekend’s Top 4 competing films featuring horror, death, gore, mayhem, war, Nazis, aliens, and sci-fi all did so well at the box office. “What a sad statement on movie-going humanity,” a top studio exec emailed me. “And let’s look at the ratings for the top 4 movies at the box office tonight: ‘R’, ‘R’, ‘R’, and ‘R’. Yikes.”
Oh please. Hollywood is embarrassed about Nazis now? They make a new Holocaust movie every two weeks. Or does it not count as a Nazi movie if there’s also a pianist with Bell’s Palsy? And aside from Final D and H2, Inglourious Basterds and District 9 clocked in at number two and four, and both of those are clearly films aimed at literate adults, which is about the best we can hope for in the age of G-Force and Paul Blart. But I can see how the success of challenging, auteur-driven, R-rated flicks might be scary to someone who spends all day preparing Venn diagrams about Kevin James talking to zoo animals. Dear “top studio exec”: F yourself. F yourself in your huge vagina.





