The Namesake Kumar Goes White Trailer (probably the best I’ve seen all year)
Adapted from the vastly popular Jhumpa Lahiri novel of the same name, The Namesake is the Indian-American equivalent of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I don’t mean that it’s a dopey comedy filled with more stereotypes than a Michael Richards stand-up act, but it’s an exploration of an old world mixing it up in the new world, when second generation children grow up in a society much different than their immigrant parents did, and where each family member must figure out where their cultural identity lies.
Instead of a Windex spraying father and an overbearing mother, we’re invited into the lives of the more down to (planet) earth Ashoke and Ashima Ganguli (both eggceptionally played by Bollywooders Irfan Khan and Tabu), who were brought together by way of an arranged marriage and brought from thier native land to NYC in search of a better tomorrow. In a span of two fast-paced hours, we see the couple adapt to their new surroundings, be fruitful and multiple, and then watch their children as they turn more into everyday Americans than yesteryear Indians. It’s a lot of ground to cover in that time span, which is both the movie’s greatestist asset and weakness. Asset, cause the film never stops being engaging, but a weakness, cause it feels like some bits are glossed over or not even fully explored… that’s probably what made the book such a good read
So I’m sure you’re wondering about the name and the actor who plays him, for heaven’s sake. Well, Mr & Mrs Ganguli temporarily name their first boy Gogol, as in the Russian writer Nikolai, not as in Golgo 13. Hollywood stoner Kal Penn is refreshing in role of the culturally criss-crossed Gogol, but it’s not the kind of performance that you’d say is an absolute breakthrough, as I’m sure many had hope it would. I think it’s still possinle, but he would have keep working in more films like these and less in ones where he’s required to have a BA in Bong-ology. Either way, his future is looking quite bubbly for Kumar
Possible Porno Name: For Taint’s Sake
Mirar Nair: Nair directed the sultry ’96er Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love, which had Rome‘s Niobe gettin busy with the likes of Lost‘s Sayid. And yes, since tits about the KS, there’s plenty of NSFWness to go round!
John Grisham’s Jizzum (aka Verdict): honestly, the trailer was better than the movie, but this thang is fo sho a Jeepers Worth A Peepers•
Music & Lyrics Tone Definitely Not Worth Running To The Theater For Trailer
This is like every other lame-brained rom-com you’ve ever seen, cept this one finally pits Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore in the ways of love and Mad-Lib Hollywood screenwriting. I bet Hollywurst is already trying to figure out a way to put Adam Sandler and Sandra Bullock into some sorta wacky boy meets grrrrl situation. Too bad they already used up that time traveling mail box idea! Anywho, Music & Lyrics is about nothing you need to concern yourself with, yet it’s still charming. Charming only cause of its leads and not with the material that they’re working with. This movie is a poopstain, but if you’re forced into it, like yours drooly, there are two things that make it OK to not slit your eyes, repoopulous stizz…
1) the beerlarious video for Hugh Grant’s Wham!ish 80s band Pop! (the em pee 3 can be found b-low)
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2) the hotness that is up and coming on my face Haley Bennett
Mike Judge’s his and her stair-a-cool Office Space follow up is and was the breastest rental of ’07/sorta-unreleased movie of ’06! Tis quite a shame that Fox had nofaith in the film cause tits mo funny than the last 42 Frat-Pack films that were released! And yes, Earl Mann is da mann! Not only did he provided the VO for Idiocracy but he’s also one of the main voices for NFL films
and oh yeah, The Holiday blows wurster than a Tony Danza talk show. Jack Black tried to be serious, but I don’t think anyone really asked for it. Spreaking of, Tenacious D in ‘The Pick of Destiny’ was outta control bananas for the first 10 minutes. Sadly, the rest of the film was more of a grapefruit
Remember Thighs Wide Year 1? We hadn’t the slightest idea as to what the fridge we were frazzen. Year 2 wasn’t much different, cept our penis outgrew our ego by something like 20 inches. And so here we here, Year 3. A lot has changed. We’ve gottsen lazyierer. You blame YouTube. I blame Valerie Plame. But lettuce not play the Plame game. Lettuce ketchup on all the poop that’s worth re-pooping!!!
May 5 – Peabs returns from his self-imposed exile to give us his indepth take on his Coachella trip, which includes some ye olde fisting of Cesar Chavez with a buckle full of table grapes and a head full of bad memories. Obvs.
December 20 – Underdog movie news prompts us to use toon versh for our background pic, which sadly forked up our system and every post prior to it is now stuck with said bckgnd image
February 9 – in one of the mos quietestest dethrownings, we bid adieu to year-shlong reign of Camilla Belle and hola to Her Royal Thighness The VIII, Leonor Ceballos Watling
There are three impersonations goings on here and they run from good, to not bad, to I can’t tell if that was good, bad or juss plain ooogly. Guy Pearce’s gaunt features fill in quite goodly into Warhol’s blotchy skin. I dunno what Warhol’s muse for a moment Edie Sedgwick (said girl in factory) sounded like, but Sienna Miller showed us her tits, so that’s the not so bad bit. As for the one I can’t make up my mind on, well that distinction belongs to Hayden Christensen who portrays ‘the musician’, a folk icon that isn’t Bob Dylan but is Bob Dylan. Now there’s a reason why the character’s not called Bob Dylan in film, but we’re not here to discuss legal matters or that lil girl turned porn star [NSFW] from Family Matters. Christensen is an enigma. I love him in some movies and want to burn down the theater after catching him in others (mainly the Star Warseses, but that’s more Lucaseses’ fault than his). While most despise his impersonation of Bob Dylan, I still can’t finger out whether to label it disingenuous or genius.
As you can tell, most of my attention was focused on the male characters (cept for Jimmy Fallon, who is the biggest non-actor since Jennifer Hudson, although she’s physically bigger than him, DUHVS!), which shouldn’t have been the case unless this film was titled The Artsy Gay Man of The Factory & The Man Who Is Not Bob Dylan and Hated The Factory Headed By The Artsy Gay Man. And although I was entertained from start to finish, this male dominance is the main issue I have with the film. There’s too many other things drawing our attention away from the factory girl herself. During the credits, we are treated to a lil Edie slideshow, featuring a bunch of talking heads from her life and times. We learn more about her in these few minutes than we did during the entire 90 fictional ones that proceeded it. Kinda odd then that director George Hickenlooper didn’t go the documentary route, considering he’s so effin best in that genre. If you don’t know what I mean, then you boviously never saw his brills Mayor of Sunset Strip [TWS review]. Since there probably won’t be another movie about Edie made, I guess we’ll have to make do with this one
Unsatisfied with this?: Besides Mayor, you should totes Netflix I Shot Andy Warhol [Trailer]
19. Mar, 2007 
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