This is a new red-band clip from The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard, featuring Jeremy Piven, Gina Gershon, Will Ferrell, and a backpack full of dildos and lube. Also, Will Ferrell is dressed like Abe Lincoln. Though for some reason he’s sporting a mutton-chop-sideburns combo, which, although sweet, differs from Lincoln’s well-publicized preference for an Amish-style chin strap.
I’m not sure how feel about The Goods, which opens this Friday. It looks like your standard Will Ferrell-Adam McKay comedy, which is less a movie than a collection of ad-libs and improvised sketches. It’s a movie I’ve probably already seen a few times, and I wish they’d take the time to re-write and shoot scenes after they chance upon something funny during improv, but then, I can’t fully argue with Abe Lincoln and dildos raining from the sky. It’s a dilemma as old as time.
[via ScreenJunkies]
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.
“Walt Whitman” is the best English paper I’ve seen since El Niño. Coincidentally, “Ode to Faggotry” was also my prom theme senior year. [HolyTaco]
“Watchmanarama” - a mash-up of Watchmen and Futurama. It’s amazing how slo-mo and Smashing Pumpkins turn anything into a Watchman mash up. [GorillaMask]
GRR, NUNCHUCK SKILLS! [ScreenJunkies]
Guide Dog, the follow up to Bill Plympton’s Oscar nominated animation, Guard Dog. Bill Plympton is also my penis’ name. [Atom]
Mark Wahlberg teaming up with Will Ferrell for a buddy cop movie. This is why you don’t invite everyone you make fun of on the show, SNL. They start thinking they’re actually funny. [Variety]
Jason Schwartzman writing the music for Judd Apatow’s Funny People. Maybe he’ll finally pluck his f-cking eyebrows too. [thePlaylist]
[And thank you to Pauly for sending in the picture]
After the jump, you can watch a new clip from Will Ferrell and Danny McBride’s wholesome family comedy, Land of the Lost. I dislike things that are wholesome and family oriented as much as I like things that are booze related and pornographic, but if you’re into that whole “not swearing” bullshit, I suppose you could do worse than this. I mean what’s the competition? Paul Blart? Night at the Museum? It’s over, give this thing the Oscar. Best Lame Shit for Fags, the trophy could say.
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Will Ferrell’s Broadway show about Bush (You’re Welcome, America: A Final Night with George W. Bush) opened last night. The consensus seems to be that it was funny, but meh. Said NY Times, “I laughed, I yawned.” USA Today hated it, but their reviewer seems like kind of a cunt (with all due respect).
Ferrell’s monologue is a mixture of fact and fiction. While it is true that 71 percent of Americans disapproved of Bush’s job performance at the end of his term, Bush did not shoot up sleeping hobos with Novocain as a child. It is also unlikely that Bush has read Danielle Steel’s “Rogue” over 200 times. [NYC Theater]
[At one point] Ferrell, asks theatergoers to tell him their occupations, so he can give them the gift of his own pet names.
“Occupational therapist,” called out one woman at the performance I attended. “Helen Keller,” answered Mr. Ferrell as Mr. Bush, without pausing to think. “Bike messenger,” said another person. “I’ll call you Lance Armstrong,” responded Mr. Ferrell. But the coup de grâce came when a voice (not mine) yelled, “Reviewer,” and the man onstage answered, with the impact of a thrusting sword, “Obsolete profession.” [NYTimes]
Whoa, easy there, captain penis metaphor. Anyway, that’s what you would’ve seen if you lived in Manhattan and had $61-$301 to spend. All in all, not nearly as successful as the time Judy Dench crushed a ping pong ball with her anus. She’s an amazing lady.
