Along with Eagleheart, Children’s Hospital, co-written and executive produced by Hot Wet American Summer director David Wain, is probably one of the funniest shows on TV that you aren’t watching. So you can imagine how excited I am that Wain has a movie coming out called Wanderlust, starring Paul Rudd, reuniting the team that gave us (among other things) this:
Are you watching the trailer already? You should be watching the trailer.
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cute
I despise how precious this movie is. I hate that it’s so mannered that it might as well come with a sweater, and I loathe its fake-quirky conventionality. But most of all, I hate the feeling that it’s as engineered to fit the established tastes of white intellectuals and critics as Yogi Bear was to fit children and morons.
So when, like a girl scout, Our Idiot Brother arrives at my door in its quasi-fascistic outfit, selling sugary treats of no nutritional value to raise money for some dubious cause, I’m eager to boot it down the steps or yank it off its little pink bike by the pigtails. I am a thinking adult. I am not fooled by your dimpled fake smiles or shiny merit badges. But… what’s that you say? Your treats are made of Paul Rudd and his unconditional love for a golden retriever? Paul Rudd and a golden retriever? But… but… that’s… cheating! Paul Rudd is already a human golden retriever! COME BACK! I’LL TAKE A THOUSAND BOXES! A MILLION! EVERY BOX YOU HAVE! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE THE FACTORY IS!
90 minutes later I am comatose. Broke, bloated and covered in shame tears, but content. You have beaten me, Our Idiot Brother. You have pandered to a demographic, and that demographic was me.
The red-band trailer for The Goods begins with Jeremy Piven saying “I have hair on my balls and I sell cars. The end.” I put the over/under on the number of critics using that line as an insult in their reviews at 15. The jokes still seem pretty easy, the dialog improvised on the spot, and the concept something Will Ferrell and Adam McKay mailed in years ago, but I admit it got a couple chuckles out of me – especially Craig Robinson as a strip-club DJ.
“Couple guys came in here looking for Vanessa, and I got a little bad news for ya, Vanessa is dead. Here’s Motley Crüe.”
Anyway, I’m sure it won’t change your life, but if you’ve ever read this site you already know I’ve got nothing against the easy jokes. Plus if you’re anything like me, your life’s already AWESOME. (*shotguns Tecate, scratches balls*)
After the jump I’ve got a new R-rated clip from The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard – the Don Ready Story, the Will Ferrell/Adam McKay-produced comedy that feels like a rejected idea from the Anchorman/Talladega Nights brainstorming sessions (which it probably was). It stars Jeremy Piven as a God among used car salesmen alongside Ken Jeong, Ving Rhames, David Koechner, Ed Helms and a ton of other comic actors in bit roles. If The Hangover was the exception to the studio rule that you can’t make big money on an R-rated comedy with no proven box-office stars, The Goods will prove it. It’s not terribly unfunny, it just feels… stale. And I’m eating Bugle Snacks right now so I think I know a little something about stale.
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