There's no contest. The thought of having a steaming convict cock choking my airway is a far more pleasureable idea than watching this movie again could ever be. My loathing of the old Seth Rogen returns like Batman to Gotham after The Penguins Clowns shoot up the place and a new hatered of Adam Sandler is frighteningly rearing it's ugly head.
The closest I can assume in regards to the title of the movie is that it's ironic. Because if there's one thing this movie is free and clear of, it's funny people. The entire time I was watching this incredibely long movie I actually laughed out loud, once? Maybe one and a half times. The whole rest of the time the movie made me so fucking depressed that I thought I would need shock treatment afterwards to make my days seem sunny again. It's not that this thing is filled with talentless people, it's choking on talented people like. . . well, like a throat with a cock in it. Adam Sandler, Seth Rogan, Jonah Hill, Jason Schwartzman. This is the fucking opening line-up. For months I've been reading these idiots tought how great it was to improv on the set and really make things funny, how they all grew up in comedy clubs and how this movie took them back to their roots, how they each ended up writing jokes for the other to tell. It was like this was the second coming of the Christ Comedy. First ten minuets of the movie, we find out our lead hero is going to die. A prolonged painful death in which his body will eat itself from the inside out, rot his flesh, make him piss and shit blood, and cause him to curse the name of God.
Ha, ha, ha, ha. Please stop before I laugh so hard my guts burst from my sides.
Enter Seth Rogen. A comic. An unfunny comic. A really unfunny comic. He works at a supermarket deli scooping potato salad. He dreams of becoming famous but ends up as Adam Sandler's assistant for $1500 a week. His duties are not to pick up dry cleaning, or organize his scripts into read and burn piles. But to be there for him while he's puking his brains into the toilet, and clean up said bloodied piss and shit.
Ha, ha, ha, ha. Will the fun never stop?
Throughout the entire first act of this madness Seth Rogen is an unlikeable douche. He steals material, work, and credit from absolutely everyone. He is completely unlikeable. Adam Sandler is a bitter sell-out who is dying. He yells at everyone and is generally angry at everything. He's an unsympathetic man knocking on death's door and everyone wants to see him walk through. Who the fuck am I supposed to root for in this movie?! Seth's character isn't self reliant enough to save his own life, and the entire time I'm sitting there I'm rooting for Adam's character to die. Then as quickly as it began,
POOF!
Adam is cured. And he can go back to doing what he's wanted to do for years. Apologize to the love that got away and win her back. His love being Leslie Mann who is now married to the only saving grace of this film, Eric Bana. Who unlike everyone else in this movie actually looked like he was having fun making it. So Adam takes Seth with him to destroy a marriage, and break up a house-hold all in the name of love.
Which wouldn't be a bad story. It actually plays out pretty interestingly. The problem is, this entire half of the movie is another fucking hour long! This is two movies wrapped into one shiny package. The entire first movie was about Adams character dying and then saved, and the second half was him trying to win his love back and failing. I take it back, this isn't one shitty movie, it's two.
To add insult to injury some of my favorit comics of all time who must apparantley be starving for a buck have cameos. Dave Attell, Sarah Silverman, George Wallace, Ray Rimano. Shilling. Well, I guess I can't blame them. Times are tough. I just have so much respect for these people that it kills me to see them in a turd like this.
Judd Apatow hasn't made a movie I've enjoyed yet. Here's another notch in the bed post of terrible work. When talking about this movie he said how he wanted to make a movie where a veteran comic would take a fledgling under his wing and really show him the ropes and how to get a foot in the door and mentor him. My mind filled with how great a story that would be. Do you know how many comics Rodney Dangerfield took under his wing? Many. And they've all become moderatley successful because of him. What a great story that would be! Can't wait to see it. Then this came out, and I took a silent vow of fortitude, that I would never let Judd Apatow trick me into thinking he could deliver a good movie again. He should have said, "Fuck FUNNY PEOPLE, I'm going to make the Rodney Dangerfield biopic instead. That would have been far more interesting.
The only good thing that can be said about this, is that it prevented Adam Sandler from being in INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS. Because he really, really would have fucked that up.
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