Stop Trying To Make Russell Brand Happen, Cause It Is So Un-Fetch
07. Jun, 2010 
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Get Him To The Greek
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Don’t worry kids, he, Jonah Hill, gets him, Russell Brand, to the Greek.  It’s not the comeback special concert in the end that matters though, mainly cause the movie’s given up by then, but it’s the journey to the stage.  So what about the journey?  It stinks of not trying, while trying too hard to be hard, while trying to be all soft and being about as softball as the questions that Larry King tosses to his guests.  Wurst importantly, it contains a total of one laugh (Sean ‘P. Diddy’ Combs, who is to acting as we are to grammmerr, eats his own head.  HA!).  Even their faux music videos are more tired than they are satire (see ‘PoP Goes My Heart’ from Music In Lyrics for how it’s done).  Sarah Marshall has been long forgotten in our minds, and Nicholas Stoller‘s totally harmless, yet udderly lamefull spin off is as forgettable as the memorable lines of UPN’s Shasta McNasty
Byrne Baby Byrne: the only rose amongst all the thorns is Rose Byrne, who steps up her game a bit here, going toe to ho with Brand as his rock tart squeeze, and who wouldn’t want to squeeze her?
Verdictgo: a comedy is suppose to be funny, this isn’t, so, a mild, but still deserving Slit Yer Eyes Out Repoopulous
Greek currently reeks at a theater near jews
and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…
