Green Hornet fans have been waiting ten years for the movie to come to the big screen, and Seth Rogan has gone through a major makeover to make that happen, including losing 30 pounds.

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I am still unconvinced that Seth Rogan is dapper enough to pull off a believeable Green Hornet; I’ve seen him play a lazy stoner without a clue far too many times. In spite of that, I am excited to give this movie a shot and these Green Hornet photo have me feeling kinda good about its chances. While out of mask Rogen just looks like himself in a green suit and a fedora, he almost looks the part with his mask on in spite of that rediculous “Oh Shit” expression. What do you guys think?

Pure Genius

There are thousands of parodies and song makers out there, some good and some not so good.

The Lonely Island are, in our opinion, simply the greatest funny song makers around.

The American comedy group have released several songs so far but by far the best in my opinion is the masterful track below. Jizz in my pants. (Read more on The Lonely Island here)
Watch out for appearances in the video by Justin Timberlake who has sky rocketed in our estimations over the past year for his self piss taking antics in the likes of this video and the beyonce video. Prior to this we just thought he was a Curly haired twat who’s cock smelt of a mixture of Diaz and spears. We where wrong!

also worth a look:

Dieser Film hat zwar nicht direkt etwas mit Comics zu tun, aber er ist von Kevin Smith der ja auch Comic-Autor ist und dessen Filme (fast) immer sehenswert sind.

Zack und Mira kennen sich schon seit der Schulzeit und wohnen zusammen in einer WG. Als das Geld knapp wird und sie auf ihrem Klassentreffen einen Porno-Darsteller kennen lernen, beschließen sie der Haushaltskasse wegen, selbst einen Porno zu drehen…

Abermals feiert Kevin Smith das Slacker und Loser Leben ab. Zwar habe ich noch keinen Porno gedreht, aber da ich mich ungefähr im Alter der Darsteller befinde, sind mir diese Klassentreffen-Situation genauso geläufig wie ich aus meinen ersten Tagen in Wien auch winterliche Wohnungen ohne Strom und Gas kennen gelernt habe. Kurz, ich habe mich bei diesem Film herrlich unterhalten und sogar mit den Figuren identifizieren können. Das machen einem die Schauspieler auch leicht, da der gesamte Cast – von Seth Rogen bis zu der der Porno Darstellerin Katie Morgan – einfach herrlich sympathisch agieren.

Obwohl der Titel schon auf eine schlüpfrige Handlung hindeutet, befindet sich der Film (von ein oder zwei tiefen Witzen abgesehen die aber dann auch wirklich seehr tief sind) überraschend weit über der Gürtel-Linie.

Kevin Smith schaffte es auch wieder seine Verehrung für Star-Wars einfließen zu lassen indem er seine Darsteller im ersten Anlauf einen Star Wars Porno drehen lässt und dabei ein paar wirklich lustige Ideen zu bieten hat.

Neben den Porno und Star Wars Zeug zeigt Kevin Smith aber auch in diesem Film wieder seinen hoffnungslosen Hang zur Romantik und lässt Zack & Miri zu seinem romantischsten Film nach Chasing Amy werden. Ich war wirklich überrascht wie sehr mich dieser Film begeistern konnte.

Ich will nicht sagen dass alles was Kevin Smith anpackt zu Gold wird, aber immer wenn ich glaube dass die Luft draußen ist, begeistert er mich von Neuem.

Zack & Miri ist ein fantastischer Film über Liebe, Freundschaft und Pornos. Und ganz nebenbei der romantischste Film den ich (bis jetzt) 2009 gesehen habe.

7/10

PS: Vielleicht interessiert es ein paar Cineasten dass es vor Jahren schon mal eine österreichische Komödie namens „Nacktschnecken“ gegeben hat die beinahe dasselbe Feld beackerte. Ich hatte keine Zeit mir den Film noch einmal anzusehen um Vergleiche zu ziehen, aber ich weiß, dass ich beim ersten Mal äußerst enttäuscht gewesen bin…

I hope everyone had the chance to watch Inglourious Basterds because it was a thoroughly entertaining, if not awkwardly paced, film. In any case, Christoph Waltz, who played the super villain Colonel Hans Landa, has signed on to kick the shit out of Seth Rogan in The Green Hornet.

…Christoph Waltz who won Best Actor at the Cannes Film Festival for playing a Nazi in Inglourious Basterds (and is a shoo-in for an Oscar nomination) has now been cast as villain Chudnofsky in Sony’s The Green Hornet opposite Seth Rogen and Cameron Diaz.”

I don’t know if it’s an on going joke or not, but I think Seth Rogan is a Jew. Christoph Waltz played a Nazi who’s existence was to kill Jews. It looks like this movie is going to be about a super hero Jew getting revenge for the Holocaust.

Waltz’s character almost made me throw up shit every time he was on the screen because he was so scary. For that very reason, I decided to use a picture of Diane Kruger in the bar scene. Not only did I absolutely love the bar scene because of its dialogue and tension, but every time Diane Kruger was on the screen I had a massive erection.

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Starring: Adam Sandler, Seth Rogan, and Leslie Mann

Funny People should have been titled Sad People with a hint of funny.Yes there were a few jokes that made me laugh, but for the most part i was depressed while watching an annoyingly long supposed-to-be-comedy movie.

Most of the script was chuckle material. Not full-blown laughter, but the feeling of the movie even prohibited from my chuckles from roaming free from my mouth. For the most part i was silent and wondering when the movie was going to end.

Adam Sandler’s character was not funny. He was a sad heartless monster who also happened to be a home wrecker until he epically failed and got the crap beaten out of him.

Seth Rogan’s persona was a impoverished bad comedian living on his friend’s couch that had trouble even making a crowd laugh at a comedy bar.

Leslie Mann’s character was simply a bored housewife trying to spice up her life by cheating with an ex and she was not funny!

If you have seen Funny People you would see that it was a waste of money and I also would assume you are very frustrated right now thinking about the wasted money… so I will give you… the viewer something to relieve that stress.

Doesn't it feel good!?

Rating: $5 out of $12

Because he somehow looks just like Seth Rogen.

Last Friday Bob and I had a three hour window between dropping kids off and picking up others from parties.  We headed out for an early anniversary dinner, then came home to start a film.  I chose “Zack and Miri Make a Porno” which I had just rented, since I knew it was completely kid-inappropriate and we had an empty house.  The film began raunchy yet funny, and though we watched the whole thing, I became semi-bored as it turned repetitive and predictable. A little disappointing, based on the reviews I had initially seen (and I usually like Seth Rogan’s films).

Two nights later, while watching the Bears game, I took the puppy Cali out to do her business.  As  I walked on our side yard  by our neighbor’s driveway, I realized that in the dark anyone there has a clear shot to seeing what we are watching on TV. How could I not have noticed that before?  We don’t have window coverings on our kitchen windows, so there is no way to block the view.

So, were the neighbors–or their daughters–in the driveway on Friday night?  It was before ten and they have 3 teenage girls, so most likely someone was out there.   Did they happen to glance in our window?  Did they think we were watching porn on an early evening, instead of watching a film about making a porn movie (with a few porn stars who dropped their clothes easily)?  Were they curious and watched longer?  Or did no one notice?

It gave me a great laugh on a Sunday night, just wondering.  More amusing than some parts of ” Zack and Miri”  (re-titled now that it is available in the library).  C

I know it came out a while back, but it’s still funny as hell LOL.

Anna Faris, star of the Scary Movie franchise, has just made me change my underwear (bloggers dont wear pants).  I had always thought of her as attractive.  She is hot because she’s a dork.  She is also funny where most girls aren’t.  (*) She’s like the band geek with the perfect ass you contemplated fucking in high school, just without the orthodontal head gear and bad breath.

If there is anything I like more than sex itself, it’s dirty text messaging.  I can hide behind the veil of my phone and feel less self-conscious about my words.  (I’m actually a darling sweetheart).  Anyway, apparently, Anna Faris likes sexting too.  She does so with her husband while she’s away on shoot.  Per Cosmopolitan magazine:

“We created Sexting Wednesdays, where we text naughty things to each other.”

Now, I don’t know if you’ve seen her husband.  He is pretty much Seth Rogen before he got skinnier and with a great deal more muscle.  He’s still a flabby twat but he could definitely kick my ass.  Either way.  I have written a text for Anna.  She’ll know what I mean; being a dirty sext whore and all.  Here goes.

I wnna S ur Ts and F ur M B4 I Plug ur A w/ my D.  Then ill B my L in ur M and Shit on ur Ts.  Then ill F ur Ts and stick my D in ur M.  Dirty Sanchez.

(*) Some girls are funny.  Like Bailey, our guest writer.  You know the Lesbo for Rachel McAdams?  Well, you know what?  I’d go hetero for Bailey.  I will find you and I will seduce you with my powers and we will have Funny, Attractive, Vile, Ruthless children together.  Thank you for your submission, I hope you submit to me very soon.

This week, my response to the Joy Rebellion’s Mission Monday assignment became something of a week-long awareness of the target. Here is the resulting debriefing, which I have called my Laughter Mosaic.  (Note:  Like a mosaic, it’s huge and all over the place.  I would probably treat it just like a viewing of a mosaic and only read those portions my eye was instinctively drawn toward.)

Fer Now

Taking F. to the university library to pick up a copy of The Artist’s Way for me, since I just signed up to go on the journey with an online group and then realized I gave away my copy of the book, but have no $ to buy another just now.  (Thank Goddess for libraries!) After I drop him off, I loop around in front of a dormitory and drive by a bizarre, but laughter-filled, scene on the corner of Fernow Street.

Straight out of the Theatre of the Absurd, an older, slightly stooped woman, wearing peach cotton and pearls to go with her snow white hair, is laughing in a deep, masculine voice.  Her laughs are slow and rythmic and have a swooping sound at the beginning of each.  Guffaws, I might call them.  Beside her stands a middle-aged African-American gentleman who is nodding and saying, “Um-hmm, um-hmm,” over and over in time with her laughs.  He wears an indulgent but slightly uncomfortable smile — the kind you would smile at a five-year-old’s attempt to tell a joke, if you couldn’t quite force yourself to laugh — and holds a Golden Delicious apple in one hand, rubbing it against his trouser leg.  Both of them are staring up at an undergrad, not looking at one another.   He is high up on a ladder in shorts and flip-flops, messing about with a street lamp.

Her laughs continue to boom out as I round the curve and head off campus.

When I do finally open up TAW to the assigned reading, I almost immediately find this:

“At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.” – Jean Houston

A Surefire Technique

By Tuesday night, my perfectionist self is still trying to see a way to make a definitive laughter discovery or report.  I will think of something, dammit.  Brandi even gave me a mention on her blog as a result of my last Debriefing.  I must outdo myself.  I must perform even better, always better, cleverer, quicker, etc.  Blech.

These thoughts, as you can imagine, are not making me very joyful.  As F. and I lay on the bed that night in the sweltering heat, naked and without even a sheet, our windows open in the hopes of coaxing in a nonexistent breeze, he says, “You’re still thinking about it; aren’t you?”  I tell him I’m close to a brilliant idea, but refuse to share it before I’ve got all the details worked out.  F.’s sigh spirals up into the hot, stifling darkness.  I continue to spin the same ideas around and around in my brain, nowhere near sleep.

“I’ve got it!” he says suddenly, when I think he must be nearly asleep.  “I know exactly how to make you laugh.”

Before I can even respond, he’s tickling me and I’m laughing so hard — shrieking, really — that if we still lived in Atlanta, the neighbors would definitely complain.  Here, there’s nobody to hear me except the crickets, the treefrogs, hoot owls and an occasional raccoon or coyote.

The Stew Gets Darker

F. and I don’t watch television.  But we do occasionally watch the streaming broadcasts of The Daily Show after the fact.  Comedy Central kindly puts them out for free the next day.  So on Wednesday night F. and I are cracking up over this:

Booty as Comic Relief

Meet Booty.  I’m serious, that’s his name, although my sister later re-christened him Bootemius so he’d have a more dignified version for vet records and licenses.

Booty is a pretty funny fellow.  He’s basically my baby, and Leo Chapo, our other cat, is my much more independent baby.  I’m sure I’ll be writing about their antics in various blogposts.

Meanwhile, Booty always wears the same expression on his plump little face; I swear he is a Japanese Zen master who has been reincarnated into the form of a sweet, loving, silly, not-very-smart kitty who just happens to have a thing for his brother Leo, Leo’s butt, F.’s butt whenever it comes close enough to the floor to reach — in that order.  It’s possible he has a thing for all butts — although believe it or not, that is not how he acquired the name Booty.

On Thursday, Booty’s booty has a problem.  One long, curly, slightly auburn hair is trailing out his anus, bothering him.  I squeal in alarm when I see him scraping his bottom along our carpet, and F. tells me what’s going on.  One of my hairs has been swallowed – who knows how?! – and F. is refusing point blank to deal with it.  So I gather my courage and pinch my nose and corner Booty and yank.  F. alternates between saying “ew” and laughing until he’s wheezing and no sound comes out.

I can see the ridiculous side to the incident, even if it isn’t quite so amusing from my vantage point.

Not So Funny People

On Thursday night, my brilliant plan is to go to the movie Funny People, which F. expressed some vague interest in seeing about two weeks back.  We’ll laugh, I say, and I can record the sound of other folks laughing, and I’ll post that.  F. agrees, more because he wants to spend two hours in the air-conditioned movie theatre than for any other reason, I’m sure.  He warns me the reviews haven’t been so positive.

We get there, and I realize I’ve forgotten the camera to make the recording.  (Strike one.)

This is Seneca, and so when we get into the one and only movie theatre in town, on a school night, we are the only two people in it.  (Strike two.)

The movie is more about mortality than comedy, with the dying character (Adam Sandler) having done stand-up comedy in his youth and now having lost his touch.  Plus, he’s kinda lonely and grumpy and self-centred and crazy — and not crazy in a good way.  I spend most of the movie wanting to slap some sense into him.  Seth Rogan does a better job, but I find even his joke snippets to be too juvenile or purposely designed to shock the audience to merit a laugh.  (Strike three.)

Here is some canned laughter from 1907 to make up for the lack of my recording a full audience responding to a riotously funny movie:

It’s kind of bizarro.

Girlish Giggle

My widowed neighbor confided in me on Monday that she’s met someone “nice.”  Friday I see her walking up our narrow lane, cell phone to her ear.  Under the dappled shade of the tree canopy, her face shines and hides by turns, but her cute little flirty giggle carries straight through the open window to where I sit working.

Ridiculous

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Adam Sandler, I am getting very disappointed. When train wreck You Don’t Mess With the Zohan came out, I was livid. I even reamed you out in my column. I think, if I recall right, I put you on notice.

We had a deal.

No more crappy movies. No more “rare misses”. Bedtime Stories I can forgive; a mildly entertaining attempt to make a film your children can actually watch and enjoy. But upon seeing Funny People, I am forced to come to the realization that you may have lost your touch.

How could you?

I suppose that I should have known in a film where “funny” is in the title was already doomed to disappoint. Any film that knows how funny it is completely dooms itself to failure.

Sandler plays George Simmons, a famous comedian with millions of dollars and everything he could ever wish for: except for love… awwwww.

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When Simmons finds out that he’s dying of cancer, he decides to take young (unfunny) comedian Ira Wright (Seth Rogan) under his wing and teach him some tricks of the trade. Oh, and he also hires him as his personal assistant. As if this wacky scenario wasn’t enough, Simmons’ long lost love Laura (Leslie Mann) comes back into his life. Unfortunately, she’s married to Eric Bana and has two cute little kids (who actually are her kids in real life with husband Judd Apatow, the director of the film).

But then he’s cured! Hooray! So, the first thing he tries to do is break up Laura’s marriage so that he can stop being alone. Nice guy.

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The short of it is, this plot becomes overcomplicated and rambling, leading nowhere and teaching us very little. The jokes are totally unfunny, and I could hear crickets in the theatre. It was as if Judd Apatow and all his comedian buddies got together to make one giant inside joke, like when you and your friends would make stupid cellphone videos and post them on your Facebook, laughing your asses off. Don’t lie, you did it. They always seemed hilarious right?

They’re not.

I think the reason why I was so upset about this film is that it has a list of star actors and cameos that is so long, I won’t even try to address them all. Even Andy Dick sobered up long enough to show up on camera. On paper, it should have been brilliant. Heaven knows that Apatow is capable of producing some high quality material. The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up, Superbad, the list goes on. I was just so profoundly disappointed, and all I wanted to do was rent Knocked Up so I could see Rogan be funny again.

Strike Two, Sandler. Whaddaya gonna do now?

- Kate B