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For Your Consideration
It’s Not Funny
Trailers & mo

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Unsatisfied with this?: Netflix the only truly deeply madly funny Guest joint Waiting For Guffman [trailer + ints]

Possible Porno Name: Consider Fornication

Be Our Guest: this Dread Pirate Roberts impostor is ALMOST as funny as For Your Consideration

To Help Ease The Pain & Ease Strokin Your Vein: Britney’s NSFW shaven roast beef platter

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): consider Slittin Yer Eyes Out Wit POOPulous

until next thyme, the balcony is clothed…

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How Do You LikeThese Them Apples?

Hollywoodland
The Dumb of All Fears
Trailer

Take one of Hollywood’s mos notoriously BIG unsolved mysteries, add in what could be the career reboot that Ben Affleck desperatley needs, chunnel it in thru the delicate eye of TV/HBO directin maestro Allen Coulter, and what do you get? One of the mos snoozerfic wastes of time and talent I’ve seen this year. In what shoulda been a complete slam dunk, or at least a 2nd-rate L.A. Confidential, Hollywoodland gets everything so wrong, while lookin so darn right. And for once, Mr Affleck can’t be blamed. At times his emulation of the OG man of steel (George Reeves) seems more like an imitation of Edward Herrmann, and the 7 times he played guitar and sang in Spanish was a bit too mas para mi, but the dude does a reputable job nonetheless. Everything else is not so commendable. The main problem is the film’s structure. While an investigation into the murders would seem like the best way to tell the story, it’s the very thing that bogs down this movie from frame a to frame zzzzzzzzzz. And for once, Adrian Brody can be blamed. We could care less about his private dicking (as his job, and what he does with his penis), his akward nose, or his depressed son with the mos awkward set of ears since Mrs Jumbo gave birth. The filmmakers took a lot of liberties by fictionalizing parts to tell a story, but what they shoulda done was stuck to the non-fict and tell the story. Someone raise Robert Stack from the dead cause only he coulda spun a better unsolved mystery.

Possible Porno Name: Holly Lands Wood

Unsatisfied with this? Netflix Auto Focus [trailer/clips]

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Slit Your Eyes Out Repoopulous

Half Nelson
Half Empty, Half Full
Trailer

Ryan Gosling is the real deal. His movies may not be, but he elevates the material each time out. As the Jew turned neo-Nazi in The Believer, he made us believe that it was actually a good movie. And sure, every man loves on Rachel McAdams, but can you credit her with the rise in notebook sales after the release of The Notebook? (Actually, word on the street is that McAdams single handedly kept the Trapper Keeper franchise alive.) And 1nce again, with Half Nelson, a mini-mish-mash of half-baked ideas, The Gos rises above the script that he was dealt. A lot has been made of this movie about a high school teacher cum drug addict who forges a bond with one of his students after she discovers his secret, but what they’re all really hooraying is Gosling’s performance. Sure, Shareeka Epps and Anthony Mackie both pitch in praiseworthy supporting work, but this baby shoulda been titled All Gosling.

Apt MPupil3: ‘After The Rain’ by NELSON [d]

IMDb Sweeney: yep, that bittie at the end engaged to Gosling’s bro is none other than hottie eggstraordinaire Nicole Vicius. And is it me or is Tina Holmes in everything? Apparently not, but she shoukd be and she should always kill people by railing them. Rust in peace NATE FISHER!!

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Jeepers Worth A Peepers

Miami Vice
Edward James Almost Nuttin Like The Real Thang
Trailers

It’s a purty safe bet that in this day and age anything Michael Mann outputs is gonna be a great theater eggspeareance. Miami Vice easily continues this tradition, although it’s far from heaven. It’s hactually a bit of a Debbie Downer that this movie really has squat to do with the OG TV show (we the people demand pastels and Jan Hammer), but ya gotta give the Mann credit for not handing in a turd of a big screen adaptation as is usually the par for the course in Hollywurstland (Starsky & Hutch, S.W.A.T., The Mod Squad, etc al). And like our dearest Uncle Grambo, I too have come to think of Colin Farrell as Super Fucking Best Ever. When he first busted out on the scene as Joel Schumacher’s boy, he was thought as more of a heartthrob than a skilled actor, but now the two are thought of in the same breath, even if that breath is a heavy one and usually breathed when the chicks beat off to him

HB-hO’s: anyone look fam-meal-yer? Well, if you subscribe to Home Box Office then ells yeah… Deadwood (John Hawkes, Pavel Lychnikoff), The Sopranos (Isaach De Bankolé, Mike Pniewski), Oz (Elizabeth Rodriguez, Barry Shabaka Henley), Six Feet Under (Justin Theroux), Rome (Ciarán Hinds), The Wire (Domenick Lombardozzi) and Entourage (Domenick Lombardozzi). And although no HBOer, whatta bout Mario Ernesto Sánchez? Dude had a role in FIVE TV eps of Miami Vice

Boob Tube: Jan Hammer rox out, Phil Collins feels air, vs Batman, EJ Olmos swims, and the breastest Pepsi ad not starring Hallie Kate Eisenberg

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Jeepers Worth A Peepers

until next time the balcony is clothed…

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Get Shorties

Step Up
Clash of The Tights
Trailer

I think the last dance movie that I was forced to sit thru, and kinda enjoyed, from barf to Finnish was Dirty Dancing (I tried watching D2: Havana Nights on HBO, but lasted about as long as me on top of Lucy Pinder). Since then I’ve passed on the likes of Take The Lead, Honey, Save the Last Dance, Dance On My Poo, Lambda Lambda Lambada, and Breakin 14: Electric Six Go To The Gay/Blue Oyster Bar. Good for me that I didn’t see any of those cause I bet they’re all carbon (or would ‘boronic’ be a better use of the periodic table?) copies from the Mad-Libs of Hollywood Dance movies. I mean, can it even call itself a dance movie if the two main characters aren’t polar opposites and are only united by the the world of DANCE!?!? Step Up follows the same Jello mold and breaks no new ground, but then again, it doesn’t eggzactly hit the ground with a giant thud either. Sure there’s about .00000001% drama in the whole thang (some character is shot to death for no reason other than to basically kill whatever comic relief eggsisted in the film) and it’s more laffable than reading 48928424119 Laffy Taffy wrappers (white people dancing is always funny, see the Senior Prom scene in She’s All That), but I can’t in good conscience say that I didn’t enjoy myself. Maybe cause I was Mystery Science Theatering throughout, gettin all stoned by the cuteness of up and comer Alyson Stoner, pondering if Jenna Dewan and Adrian Grenier were the same person, or more importantly, scheming ways to sell Natalie Steinberg to Pepsi as the new Hallie Kate Eisenberg

IMDb Sweeney: What kinda’ve’a name is Channing Tatum? Was Stockard O’Neal too much of a stretch? With a real full name of Channing Bryan Isaac Tatum Anderson , I think he coulda picked something a lil butter like Williams Jennings Bryan Bozworth, or even Po Tatum

Thumbs Up Yer A$$: movie maverick genius wunderkind douche bag Kevin Smith gives an up to Up

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges

Strangers With Candy
Flatpoint High Low
Trailer

This is not only the mos disappointing film of the year, but probably the mos disappointing film I have EVER seen. There was more promise to be had here in the big screen adaptation of the greatest doublespeak TV show of balls thyme than all the promises made by the Union leader candidate to the workers of the Promise® Buttery Spread factory, if he/she were elected. If yer a huge fan of the TV show, I’m sure you’ll find nothing but contempt for this pointless exercise in why thumcredible things are best kept alone. If you never saw the show, avoid this like the plague, or Triaminic, which is like the plague for kids, and juss rent all 3 seasons. You’ll laff yer a$$ off, gar-on-tea-bagged! If not, you boviously have no taste and are probably already camped out for Employee of the Month

Possible Porno Name: Strangers With Hand Jobs

Some High School Assemblies Required: meet Florrie Fisher, the OG Jerri Blank

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Slit Your Eyes Out Repoopulous

Excellent Cadavers
Sicily Tyson’s Punch Out
Trailer (in Italiano)

Whorrible title, hella interesting doc. Is there anything that captivates like the mafia does? Yeah, maybe midgets wrestling big breasted women in chocolate pudding, but since no one has made that IMAX movie yet, czech out this in-depth look at a few good men’s near impossible task of ridding Sicily and Italy of it’s dirty dirty Jewish mafia ties

Unsatisfied with this? (haven’t seen, so can’t fully vouch, but) Netflix ’99’s docudrama of the same subject, with the same name, Excellent Cadavers [trailer], which stars Chazz Palminteri AND F. Murray Abraham!!!!!!!

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Jeepers Creepers Worth A Peepers

until next time the balcony is clothed…

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We Don’t Need No Water Let This Mother F#cker Burn

Lady in the Water
A Cleveland Steaming Heep of Sh%t
Trailers

Who the fork is Cleveland Heep? Uriah‘s brother? I wish, but Mr Heep is our stuttering handyman everyman superman protagonist in M Night Shamalammadingdong’s latest attempt at what we the people call a ‘movie’. Oh my lord!! This fish out of water modern day ‘fairy tale’ will be lucky if it lives to see a second week. Yep, it’s that repoopulous folks. It all becomes so clear now as to why Disney, the home of his first 4 films (5 if you include his stint with Miramax), famously raised eyebrows when M Night handed in the script for this trifle that makes the Neverending Story look non-fiction, which in turn sent his a$$ and career away from the House of Mouse for good. How would any moviegoer in their right mind buy into this overly preposterous story about a narf named Story who has to like come from some other world to our world to save the human race or something with the help of a healer, a guild, a whatever, an eagle, some Tartutics, three french hens, and two turtle doves, all while keeping far from some demonic green dog with hair made of grass, and sticking to a set of rules that seems more excessive than the casts of The Rules of Attraction, Rules of Engagement, Breakin’ All the Rules, and The Cider House Rules all competing on Road Rules, if it was hosted by Mercedes Ruehl. Did I lose you? Hopefully, cause this is a giant waste of talent and a giant waste of time. I’m not saying I’m devoid of imagination, but the ham-handed way that it was told leaves little to the imagination. When I first saw the The Village [review] I called for M Night’s head, but then I saw it again, and my opinion did a complete 180 [see bottom of this post]. I don’t think this will be the case with Lady since I plan on never seeing it again. It wasn’t a total wash out, I mean we get to see what Bryce Dallas Howard looks like without make-up, and come to terms with the fact that M Night really isn’t that bad of an actor, handing in the longest cameo of his career… the 3rd lead in the movie!! The same can’t be said of his ‘sister’ in the movie, Sarita Choudhury, who has easily taken the spot on my shitlist that was once occupied by Kate Yeahsworth.

Recommended for those who like: Federico Diaz with a Hulkesque masturbating arm, twenty questions (shower edition), and the Suc Mi Pagoda menu

Possible Porno Name: Shady In The Twater

Unsatisfied with this? Netflix any of Bryce Dallas’ daddy’s mo ‘imaginary’ water fests, like Cocoon [Trailer] or Splash [couldn’t find the trailer, so make due with a promo for Splash Too]

Apt MPupil3: ‘Burn Hollywood Burn (for letting M Night make this)’ by Public Enemy [d]

IMDb Sweeney: Wide Awake is the only one of M Night’s movies that he did not appear in. Sadly Rosie O’Donnell did

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): Slit Your Eyes Out Repoopulous

until next time the balcony is clothed…

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Q: What’s Another Word For Pirate Treasure? A: Booty

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest
I Was Saying Buoy-Urns
Trailers

Memo to Hollywurst:

Please stop excreting on all things succeeding, like a kick from Nate Kaeding, and the once promising Pirates franchise that’s now more fleeting than playing Yes & Know’s Fleet in a Fleet Bank during Fleet Week. Sequels should be banned in all 48 continental states unless it’s really worth continuing the story, or at least what we in the industry like to call ‘entertaining’. Are we a better species for having such rehash poo on a stick in eggsistance as The Legend of Zorro, Bring It On Again, Son of the Mask, 7 Fast, 7 Furious (although I’m still dying to see 3 Fast, 3 Furious), and Even Crazier/Even More Beautifullerier? Me thinks don’t so! We can now safely add Pirates 2 to the don’t waste your mime and toney list. Waste it instead on Darfur, or it’s worthy sequel, Darfur 2: Darfur On The Rocks. What more can I say about a sequel that’s juss one giant bag of blah? I dunno, but maybe we can do one of those funny math review thingies I pull out every once in awhile

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest =

Pirates of the Caribbean:
The Curse of the Black Pearl


aka the super fun movie based
off a ride that no one ever rode

its Good Humor

dat has been replaced with no humor

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Star Wars‘s’es
slimy bizatches

aka
Quarren
or
‘Squid Heads’

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1/14th of the Pride & Prejudice cast

but sadly no Mulligan

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more generic seamen

than a McAllister family reunion

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Double Dare‘s

1 Ton Human Hamster Wheel obstacle

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the deleted scened octopus
from the Goonies

that even ate Cyndi Lauper

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big bad voodoo (daddy) advice

from Miss Cleo‘s ancestors

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all the underwater Final Fantasy baddies

that made me lose sleep in my teens

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Stellan Skarsgård

but not Peter Sarsgaard

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all you can eat seafood

that’s more rancid than the band Rancid

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Micky Dolenz’sz pal’s

locker (bee, scotland)

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(what pretty much
sums up the whole movie)

The Nothing

from Die Unendliche Geschichte


Possible Porno Name: Butt Pirates Care To Be On: My A$$, But They Leave The Semen On My Chest

John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): I’m probably being too harsh, but you muss not fall victim, so, Slit Your Eyes Out Repoopulous

until next time, the balcony is clothed…

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