The movies they release this time of year are so uninteresting that I decided to use this picture of a pro-Adam West demonstrator at the G20 instead of a picture of any of this week’s releases. Seriously, Surrogates? Who cares. Anyway, let’s get this mandatory post no one cares about out of the way, shall we? Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs landed on top again with a modest $24.6 million, while Surrogates and Fame kinda sorta bombed with $15 and $10 million. And thank God Fame didn’t become a phenomenon, I can’t take it with the singing and dancing anymore.
Beyond that, The Informant! held well (-33% from week one), most analysts say because of the exclamation point, and Jennifer’s Body held better than most horror films (-49%), but didn’t magically become an un-bomb. Plus it was competing against The Surrogates. Pandorum, meanwhile, was a total bomb with $4.4 million in number six, but that’s what happens when you cast Cam Gigandet. And because I’m sure you were all curious to know how the Tucker Max movie did, I’ll have to tell you about it because it didn’t make the top ten list below. It was number 23 with $369,000 on 120 screens, for a per-screen average of $3,075, which actually isn’t horrible. Reached for comment, a Tucker Max fan said, “Haha, 69!” and then date raped me. In his defense, I totally wanted it.
After the jump I’ve got the red-band trailer (NSFW for brief boobies) for I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, adapted from the Tucker Max book by Tucker Max and Nils Parker, opening September 25th. While I’d love to jump on either the Tucker Max-hates-womyn-and-promotes-a-rape-culture! bandwagon or the Tucker-Max-is-awesome-and-bangs-hella-chicks-bro! bandwagon, I saw this movie and the truth is somewhere in between. Yeah, it’s kind of a poor-man’s The Hangover. Yeah, the only Mexicans in it are a maid and the guys in jail. Yeah, there’s an uptight wife and a hooker with a heart of gold. Yeah, Tucker bones a deaf chick and that’s the entire joke. Yeah, they spend way too long setting up a joke about pooping. Yeah, Tucker Max came to the Q & A drinking a Keystone. Where was I? Oh right. It exceeded my expectations (which were, shall we say, low). Jesse Bradford is surprisingly decent as Tucker’s misanthropic nerd friend. Many of the jokes actually rely on wordplay, and a lot of the wordplay is actually good. Hold on, did I just describe something Tucker Max did as not that bad? Crap, he’s going to have sex with me now, isn’t he.
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The first trailer for the movie version of Tucker Max’s I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell has hit the web. Tucker Max co-wrote the adaptation of his own book, in which the main character is Tucker Max, and this is one of the shots of him. I desperately hope there’s something tongue in cheek about that.
The movie adaptation of Tucker Max’s best seller I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, co-written by Tucker himself, is currently shooting in Louisiana. There have been reports that the film is a disaster, followed by reports that whatever you’re just jealous. Gawker (who it should probably be noted hates Tucker) recently published an account that they say is from Fark editor and former Tucker Max high school classmate Drew Curtis, who has a cameo in the movie.
Tucker is completely out of control. As he explained it to me, he’s spent so much of his life not having to report to anyone that it’s killing him having to work with other people. Judging from the agitation I’m seeing, that’s an understatement. The first day I was there, Tucker and Nils (the other screenwriter guy, who’s really the brains behind the operation) were in a heated argument in the corner. I asked Nils what it was about, he tried to downplay it. But from what I saw personally, this is a normal occurrence for Tucker.
Nils tells me that the actor playing Tucker, Matt, who really seems to have his shit together, is the complete opposite of Tucker (super nice guy, etc etc). I’ve spoken with Matt a few times and he really couldn’t be nicer to a guy who’s only got about 3 lines. Bob Gosse, the director, is the brains behind it and seems to butt heads with Tucker pretty much constantly.
Tucker apparently thinks that the actor playing him has to actually be him in real life. Or something. I have no idea what the deal is. To me it looks like Matt’s doing a fantastic job. I think Tucker’s just a control freak. He interferes constantly with the acting, the directing, even sometimes the lighting. He doesn’t know shit about any of this stuff.
And of course there’s an even more important issue at stake here, which is how this movie will effect my script for the You Got Served sequel, I Hope You Get Served - in Hell. It’s edgier than the original.
Tucker Max is set to write a film based on his best-selling book about getting drunk and banging chicks, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.
The film will follow his trip to a friend’s bachelor party, where he ensnares the groom in a lie that threatens the wedding, then abandons him to pursue further carnal knowledge [That's nerdspeak for porkin' - Ed.]. After being banned from the nuptials, Max attempts to get back into his friend’s good graces.
Max will co-write with Nils Parker; Bob Gosse will direct. If you haven’t heard of those people, don’t worry, I’m not entirely convinced they exist.
Max’s road to the screen has been a long one. In 2003, he sold a TV pilot based on his site and book to Fox and then NBC, but rights quickly reverted back to him after a regime change. Three years later he sold the show to Sony, and Comedy Central bought the pilot, but the deal was canceled after a dispute with Sony about feature film rights. [Hollywood Reporter]
Yeah, that sucks, I hate selling the same thing like four times. In related news, I’ve been asked to adapt FilmDrunk into a feature film. The story involves a handsome movie blogger who saves a village from destruction by shielding it from an asteroid with his rock-hard abs. Then, after the hero has pleasured the village’s nubile womenfolk into submission, he chops down the largest tree in the forest with his penis, and gives birth to a litter of kittens that never age. Based on a true story.
