I’ve been hitting the road pretty hard here lately and haven’t had much time to pull over and see the zany sites I’ve passed along the way. Luckily all these snow days have given me plenty of free time to fill with more shitty comedies.
PULL OVER PULL OVER!!!! Quick…….NO I CAN’T MAKE IT TO THE NEXT REST STOP WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF FRIGGING NOWHERE NO ONE WILL CARE JUST PULL OVER I GOTTA PISS!
Don’t think just because I’ve been gone that I haven’t been continuing on my journey down the rabbit hole. I have, I’ve just been too depressed to post. Well actually that’s not true, just seen a couple of middling comedies that were decent just couldn’t think of shit to say about them. This next stop on the great Hollywood road trip was almost one of those films. But it irked me enough to wanna get my say on about it. Without further chit chat I bring you……
Oh it’s been a treacherous, unnerving journey thus far. As I burrow into the belly of the beast that is generic Hollywood comedic trash. Read as I forgo all rationale/critical/analytic thought and watch the dumbest junk imaginable in desperate hopes of finding some gem amongst all this filth. My travels may be fruitless and bare no such a find, but just like Lewis and Clark before me the journey must be made for those who will come after me. Join me as I conquer this most recent beast ‘Dinner For Schmucks’.
In my never ending journey to travel into the inner bowels of the comedic beast of Hollywoodland, one must reflect on what got us to where we are today. Has comedy really fallen so far? Or has it always been this way? Ladies and Gentlebrits, I bring you a blast from the past with ‘Clifford’.
Do terrible things always come in pairs? Or in giant groups? As I travel along this dusty road known as comedy it doesn’t seem like there are going to be a many cool road side attractions, just a bunch of run down old junk. Sure old worn down barns are interesting at first, but ultimately they are very boring. Which is also the case with my next movie ‘Cyrus’.
In my continuing adventures into the depths of comedy lows I knew I was bound to hit a pot hole or two, didn’t think I’d blow my fucking wheels out going over them. Some movies just make you wonder what the point of it all is, do I really want to waste my life that bad. Well this is one such movie, ladies and fanboys let us divulge ever so briefly in ‘The Marc Pease Experience’.
So continues my adventure toward the depths of the human condition and just how low one will go for a laugh. I’m usually willing to go very low but if you are going to make a funny movie, please make sure your movie actually falls into the comedy section of the video rental store.
This is my continuing journey into the downward spiral that is rsecent comedy. Luckily only two movies in and I’ve already hit a major detour. What I thought was going to be some depressing sort of a nothing movie turned out of be quite humorous, so lets pull over for the first rest room break with The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard.
Some people have accused me of liking trash because I’ve enjoyed some of the recent comical offerings that Hollywood is pooping out. Films like The Hangover, Hot Tub Time Machine, Tropic Thunder, Twilight: New Moon. So I’m on a quest to find the lowest of low (though I’ve already found it, it goes by the name of ‘Year One’) in comedies. There are a slew of terrible comedies released every week it seems, while I will not be able to see all of them I at least have 5-6 movies lined up before I can’t stand the unhilarity anymore. Without furthering my adieu I bring you the first bag of sadness…The Love Guru.