I have made no secret of my love for Roger Ebert and his writing. Notice I didn’t say movie reviews or critiques. Mr. Ebert and I don’t always see eye-to-eye, but his reviews are always a pleasure to read. He is articulate, funny and knows his stuff. Even with all his health problems, he is sharp and upbeat and flowing with life. I was reading his review of Hot Tub Time Machine when I came across this gem of a …
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Dear Lord in Heaven, between this and the MacGruber trailers I’ve pissed myself twice this week. All I can say is this: “What she means is that she works at the ski rental place. Right? And that’s her job is cleaning the poles.” “I could be off, but I think it’s in reference to blowin’ a dude.” Also, just to clarify, red band means restricted which translates to swearing and nudity. You have been warned.
Dan is headed off to the land of San Diego, which, as we all know, translates to “whale’s vagina” in German. So because I couldn’t decide between posting Cop Out or Hot Tub Time Machine, I’m going to post another Trailer Tuesday by proxy for ol’ Dan. I know this is what he would have wanted me to pick. I just have no words for what I see in this preview. Will it suck? Yes. Will it be absolutely banal …
I just don’t even know what to say about this. I watched this, scratched my head and then had a moment of silence for all the brain cells I just lost and will lose when I Redbox this badboy three weeks after it’s theatrical release.