In this new clip from Old Dogs, Robin Williams and Seth Green go golfing with some Asian businessmen (what an original premise!), and things are going great until (*RECORD SCRATCH*) Seth Green gets hit in the nuts!  And then (*RECORD SCRATCH*) someone else gets hit in the nuts!

There are no words to describe how preposterously bad this clip is.  After I played it, my dog covered his eyes with his paws and my Dominican maid crossed herself.

[via Filmsnmovies]

When Seth Green’s “on-set freakout video” hit the web the other day, I like many others, dismissed it as fake and promptly ignored it.  Then they released “security cam footage” a couple days later supposedly showing the mugging he was pissed about, and the mugging looked a little too clear, and the freakout still seemed a little too cliché, but I wondered if maybe I was just jaded from too many lame viral videos.  Turns out, not.

[From YahooFinance via videogum] Nestlé USA today announced the launch of “Dude, Where’s My Bar?” an innovative online narrative game for consumers to help solve the mystery surrounding the October 2 theft of Green’s vintage Butterfinger bar. The “lite” alternate reality game starring Seth Green will call upon the clever, irreverent thinking of Butterfinger fans, as they compete to find and solve clues that could lead to the return of Green’s missing bar and a one-of-a-kind grand prize: a solid-gold Butterfinger bar worth $10,000.

Green collaborated with Butterfinger to produce “Dude, Where’s My Bar?” using comedy and the real world as a platform [comedy and the real world? how innovative!]. Dubbed an “alternate reality game lite” (ARGL) [!!!], DudeWheresMyBar.com propels fans into an entertaining storyline created by the comedic genius of Green and the one-and-only iconic candy bar brand.

Oh man, there’s no surer sign of marketing genius than faking a violent crime to sell candy bars!  Hey, did you see Jennifer Love Hewitt getting brutally raped on the set of Ghost Hunter the other day?  PSYCHE!  Turns out they just wanted her Hot Pocket!  So disband your lynch mobs and send them on over to Albertson’s for our new gangrape gruyere, you hungry vigilante you.  Seriously though, I wish these people would all die in a car fire.  Join me after the jump for an awful PR quote circle jerk party.

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This is my last post before Vince gets back and starts tannin’ hides and bustin’ rhymes, so I’ll leave you with some words of wisdom from Tracy Jordan: “Live every week like it’s shark week.”

Here’s the red-band trailer for Sex Drive, which has a little more footage than the last trailer. I’m still on the fence about this. James Marsden playing the tough guy is about as believable as Michelle Rodriguez playing a fairy godmother.  But I’m a sucker for a good mascot-costume’s-mouth-is-in-a-different-place joke.

Boring movie news day here on FilmDrunk continues with the trailer for Sex Drive (after the jump), an indie comedy directed by an unknown named Sean Anders, starring Josh Zuckerman and James Marsden.  I thought it looked lame at first, but the "The big Mexican won’t go down!" scene at the end of the trailer kind of won me over.

I like how the guy from 27 Dresses is trying to shake off his Nancy-man image by playing the redneck older brother.  He looks a little uncomfortable, like he’s auditioning for the Gay Shame Parade.  That’s where a bunch of gay guys in suits march down mainstreet pretending to like football and having awkward personal space issues.