I think the cast actually had the potential to do better work if the jokes had been smarter. Zach, Senor Chang, and Andy from the Office are great physical comedians. And yes the premise was dumb, but that means that they could have gone almost anywhere with it. It was a weird mix of mostly frat boy humor and very occasional genius. But I guess you're right: I was basically saying the movie would have been better if it had just been a better movie.
I think I hate this romantic comedy more than I hate all of the other ones because it pretended to be something else and it roped me in (read: I hate myself more than I hate romantic comedies). I thought perhaps I'd see it and it WOULDN'T be sexist garbage with a two-dimensional female character that the three-dimensional male character (with hopes, dreams, and an eventual career) is lusting after, but well, you know the rest. Just like the Hangover, it had all the potential to be really good, but it just came down to laziness and dumbing down. As I've said before, the best thing about this movie was Christina Hendricks's husband. And also getting to look at pretty people for two hours.
My black pug was a shark, mostly because of this movie and my life-long fear of Jaws (and also because his name is Finn). Unfortunately, I don't know how to post it or we could have a Shark-off. Your costumes are alarmingly similar. What I'm saying is, if you need a dog as a prop next year, let me know.
Sort of. But Huge was actually a really excellent show for all people, and showed many different body types while still allowing overweight people to be visible. It wasn't just about weight, and it brought up so many issues that are rarely portrayed on TV: asexuality, homosexuality, gender issues, body image, fat acceptance. In addition: divorce, dead parents, popularity, teen sexuality, eating disorders. It really would have been great for all teens and young adults to watch. Man, it sucks so hard that that show got canceled and fucking Mike & Molly is being defended on principle simply because it, ya know, shows that fat people exist (and that they only know how to go on unrealistic diets and make fat jokes). I mean, how sick is it that we have so few shows portraying different bodies (two shows probably does seem like a stream) that it becomes a topic of conversation as to whether the portrayal should be allowed when it does happen? Ok, Gabe's joke is on me because I'm obviously mad. #youmad #ramblinggum
I was in the Monster's Ball in the first or second week completely by accident--an STD joke, I think (of course it was). I realized that every comment since then, I've just been chasing that initial high.
Ditto. Listen, if I'm going to suffer through Murder by Numbers and the other hour of the Notebook that doesn't have Ryan Gosling in it, I'm going to see this movie. Also, I read that the NC-17 rating was unnecessary, and I have to see the movie if I'm going to be outraged, start a blog about my outrage to attract Ryan Gosling, and then have a million of his babies.
No, I am not, but I do like the cut of his jib. (No, I don't; I actually find him quite frightening, and your comparison is making me rethink my actions. [Just kidding. My brother is a straight, white kid. He needs some adversity in his life.])
In a related anecdote that nobody cares about (including me probably), my 17-year-old brother looks alarmingly like Justin Bieber (but, shockingly, does not rap), and I have spent most of my unemployment shaming him on Facebook (with comparison photo albums where you have to guess which is the real Bieber, links of Bieber getting hit in the head with a bottle, tagging pictures of my brother and his new girlfriend as "Bieber" and "Biebiac," etc, etc). At this point, I'm convinced the Real Justin Bieber is aware of my torture and every decision he makes now is just to help me. More rap plz!
In other news, I used to be embarrassed of my family on Facebook, but I am realizing now that the tables have officially turned.
It made me sad to think that we were contributing to their famewhore behavior, and I imagined the satisfied smirks on their faces when they read the Videogum post. Stabbing one's eyes and ears and cutting one's head off IS the new moshing for teens nowadays. I'm hoping that there is no way they can read "I hate your band" ironically. Anyway, really loved these guys at the BET awards.
I just googled Grover to see if there was any mention of his subtle accent (French? German?). And then I really wished I had a job again because it was always fun to have the most random collection of items in my recent history--just in case someone looked. This would have gone nicely below the imdb page for Sage Stallone.
They definitely made the right decision, but I have a feeling I would've watched the movie 2 million times as opposed to 1 million times if they had kept the dreamboat. I mean, I certainly wasn't watching Rocky V for the impeccable acting (Rocky's son had an earring! So cute). #fiveyearoldpervert
Can we just talk about the psychiatrist and how she needs to be everyone's psychiatrist? (Especially Betty because Betty is literally a child.) Please be proud of me too, Dr. Redhead. P.s. Sociopath Glenn killed a defenseless child for his football uniform. How else was he going to impress Sally?
As an unemployed person, I have been writing freelance (unpaid) for an editor friend at a popular website. When she and her other writer don't have time (they were just at the VMAs) and/or have way too much dignity, I get the leftovers. (I went to a junket for Queen Latifah's Just Wright and reviewed She's Out of Your League.) So, a few weeks before this screening, she asked if I wanted to review it. Yes! I was so excited! I was able to pretend to be human, a human with a job, for a few hours. A few days before the screening, a woman from the studio emailed my editor friend and me asking if, once I wrote the review, a quote of mine could be used for print and TV ads.
I was so appreciative! This would be like payment for my obvious ambition and, ya know, nonpayment up until this point. My friend was congratulatory for a minute, and then, realizing the implications of this, told me that she didn't know the "company policy" on freelancers getting published quotes. So she thought it would be better if an employed person with the company (her) wrote the review instead.
What I'm saying is: I guess I dodged a bullet. Ebert clearly has my back.
So far, there is only one comment on Youtube for the first video and it reads "What the fucking fuck????" And we all now agree with Youtube commenters; 2012 is actually moving backwards to meet us in the middle.
I was really hoping that right after Roger asked Jane what she had bought in the cardboard box that he'd turn to the camera, shrug, and say, "Women be shoppin'." [Laughtrack.] It's a very good thing I do not write for Mad Men.
Well, I was hoping that at the bottom of the fake blog post, I could give myself away (as an insane Videogum fan with way too much time on her unemployed hands). And that Gabe, appreciating my clever plan, would include it anyway because he saw how meta it all was, and then the internet would explode. Or some such. Or I'd just comment "THAT WAS ME" and be downvoted into infamy. (It's probably for the best that he ended the column today. I clearly didn't think this through all the way.)
Just when I figured out that I could start a blog and write about a fake Topher sighting for Gabe to find, he pulls the rug out from under me. (Yes, it took me a year to think of that.) It was going to be so meta.
Thanks for saying it so I didn't have to. This movie has people duped but it will not dupe Gabe! (Probably.) Christina Hendricks's husband (that's his name, right?) was great in it though. And also, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel are very, very attractive people. Plus, dancing. See? See how easy it is to get duped? It could have been good, but it was not good.
I get what you're saying. And personally, I don't make jokes just using the word "rape" because it sounds funny--in the context of my diatribe, it amused me to do so but my joke wasn't about just saying "rape." My point was--if I'm making a joke about rape, I'm assuming my friends know I'm pretty up on my rape statistics. (By the way, it is more like 1 in 3, based on both anecdotal and statistical research, which is depressing as FUCK.) Believe me, I don't take the issue lightly and I don't go around shouting "rape" for funsies. If someone does make an ignorant comment, or uses rape as a cheap buzz word, I'm going to call them out like you did. But I'm just not the type of person to make a blanket statement like "I never like rape jokes." Maybe it's because I'm one of those statistics or maybe it's because some people require dark humor to get through tough situations (or maybe it's because I'm oversharing on a website on a Friday night), but I think some of the saddest, grimmest parts of life can make for some great and much-needed humor. But I'm also known for constant dead mom jokes, so I am definitely the wrong person to preach about this subject. Making other people uncomfortable with taboo topics is occasionally just what the doctor ordered (what? I'm not even drunk).
(As an aside, I think you're extremely smart and wish you had been my teenaged pal so we could have had discussions about these things when I was driving around town with nothing to do but hate suburbia. Keep on fighting the good fight, my friend. Because some people do need reminding.)
I think rape jokes, like any offensive jokes, rely on the teller and audience having a certain amount of intelligence, social awareness, and general good intentions. (Which is why, while I didn't find the picture Gabe posted funny, it didn't make me angry--just uncomfortable. Sometimes the line is very, very thin, but I think we understand Gabe's intentions at this point.) Context and timing are most important, and the context was obviously off in this situation. But I'm one of those people that thinks just about anything can be funny under certain circumstances and in the right hands.
This is a weird parallel, but I occasionally use the c-word (we're all grown ups here--mostly), but if a man calls me the c-word out of malice, it's going to piss me off. It doesn't mean I'm not going to use the word, and it doesn't mean I'm going to police every use of the word. And I tell rape jokes (often ones that are way too close to home and would probably offend out of context) with friends with similar senses of humor. But I am the first to call out an offensive rape joke that falls flat (like that one episode of The Office where Kelly blurts out that she was raped. And that's the joke).
What? No one cares? I agree. Anyway, I hate when I get raped by Ticketmaster.
I can see myself in a photo (my worst nightmare) standing against the wall! This was the one event in the history of my life where everyone else out-nerded me and got there earlier and snagged all the seats. At least I got to be Mrs. Cool Stance in the back...? (I would've given anything, including Gabe's abs, for a seat.)
While at the show last night, a friend texted me that she kept watching 9/11 documentaries and crying. I ignored it so I could realize my dream of waylaying Gabe on his way to the bathroom once I was six beers in. This video is clearly my punishment for forgetting, and I will watch it on loop to make amends.
Sometimes it seems like he doesn't quite know all the words to the verses...Confidence is one thing, but I'm going to need him to memorize these songs before recording. Just kidding! His facial expressions make up for it.
Yeah, his claim to fame wasn't exactly laced with integrity and talent. I'm just glad the commercial was at least remotely relevant to his internet fame--the shilling actually sort of made sense. Other acceptable commercials for this guy: snuggies, maybe a Chili's advertisement, anything related to beards or hygiene.
"Like I said in my Justin Bieber obsession video..." I need to start more sentences like that. Nothing is worth saying unless it was originally mentioned in my Bieber obsession video.
I didn't downvote you (sure, I didn't), but I think it was the secretary. I will take as many Golden Girls-style jokes as I can get. How can you hate such a lovely woman?
If I knew how to make gifs, I would make one of the guy doing the side-swipe move from :17 to :21. And I would look at it every day for the rest of my life until 2012.
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