I watched “The Hangover’s” Bradley Cooper on Saturday Night Live this past weekend and this bit they did called “Bad Guys, Good Conversation” was pretty funny. I love that he is Johnny from “The Karate Kid” and I love that Bill Hader is Buffalo Bill from “Silence of the Lambs.” Enjoy the clip!
Blog Posts
Yes, I know The Hangover exceeded expectations. Yes, I know I’m in the minority for giving it two stars. But that wasn’t because this gold-plated impromptu piano ditty. Unfortunately, to make it all-ages appropriate, the trailer sloppily cuts the abrupt, song concluding s-bomb, which is really what made the song all the more endearing. Cussing or not, this sweet number reminds me of an Andy Samberg/Adam Sandler/Jimmy Fallon sing-along and there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Please, meditate in the …
Better late than never. Just when I think I’d rather take Indian burns to the tenders than endure more of Will Ferrell’s deadpan-obvious doofus shtick, I forgo the pain of a thousand suns and willingly settle into comedic familiarity. Which means A) I’m not as tired of Will Ferrell as I thought, or B) Will Ferrell remains funny despite diminishing returns. After viewing Land of the Lost, I’m convinced it’s “B”. If you didn’t exist in the magical time period …
So Up retained the number one spot at the box office this weekend with a $44.2 million take, giving a Three Stooge slap, bonk and poke to The Hangover (if just barely) and kicking Will Ferrell and Land of the Lost where they might not have deserved it most- right in the pruney. Which goes to prove Andy and Dan are both prophetic. Or good guessers. Or a couple dudes who can simply state the obvious. Let’s go with the …
So the Final Destination series is really great at tension. In fact, they’re tension factories. Still, they’re kinda dumb. But dumb in the sense that horror aficionados can love it, since the whole premise is taking their arch enemies– IE nondescript young people with modeling contracts– and building a better blunt/sharp object mousetrap to punish them with. And, with no villain but death, it’s a gift that keeps on giving. In 3D, even. Juicy. The trailer for the fourth installment …
As it turns out, The Hangover just wasn’t my shot of Jagermeister. At first, I thought was getting old– that my freewheeling and marginally shameful appreciation of frat-tastic humor was giving way to wrinkly, age-spotted prudery. However, about twenty minutes into The Hangover, I realized I wasn’t experiencing a sudden onset of geriatric clucking— I simply realized I was watching the exploits of men who become brash man-children when exposed to additional testosterone, increased blood-alcohol levels and the prospect of …
I despise George Lucas as much as Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader despises Obi-Wan Kenobi for causing him to have a crispy fried lava crotch in “Revenge of the Sith.” No amount of Viagra or cybernetic devices can ever take the depression of destroyed loins away. And as we know, depression hurts everybody. Hence Vader’s choking of minions, and his eventual killings of Kenobi and Palpetine. But I digress. Let’s get back to George. Here’s my beef: The Prequels are crap. I …
I have two rules in life. Okay, wait, scratch that. I have more than two rules. I have lots of rules. Stuff like “only kick cats if I see them using my sandbox for a bathroom,” or “sugar-free Red Bull makes even the saddest of days bright,” or “white bread, bologna and lots of mayo is always a good idea” and “it’s okay to not shower on Saturdays and spend the entire day playing Guitar Hero on the XBOX 360.” …