Haha, EW's Popwatch informs us that there is a new trailer for "The Hangover," with the swearing and the nakedness, and it rather makes me want to wet my pants laughing, even though I am totally against the Fratboy Movie Genre.
Haha, EW's Popwatch informs us that there is a new trailer for "The Hangover," with the swearing and the nakedness, and it rather makes me want to wet my pants laughing, even though I am totally against the Fratboy Movie Genre.
It's the cast + the Pulp Fiction soundtrack.
I'm there.
This film needs more Hank Azaria.
Huh huh...weenus.
This, maybe of course, from the director of Hated, the documentary about the Murder Junkies lead singer GG Allin.
I so want to hate this movie, because the screenplay was written by the same guys who wrote Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. But it's clearly going to be the biggest, funniest comedy of the summer, which I find fucking frustrating.
I sat through Ghosts of Girlfriends Past yesterday between the two movies I attended on purpose? And aside from spending 100 minutes not laughing, I grew pissed and pissed-er on the writers' behalf because I'd estimate that it sucked at least 70% more than script-necessary, due to casting, directing and "acting."
You're not wrong, but my biggest problem with the movie was the misogyny and homophobia buried in much of the dialogue and characterization. And for that, I blame the writers.
Truetruetrue. It was not a good script. Just less horrendous than its execution.
We cannot fail to note that Frat is an anagram for Fart.
Speaking as a dude who never joined a frat but loves all of these movies, from Animal House right through Old School, the key consideration for The Hangover's place in the pantheon is this: Will it have the requisite number of immediately quotable lines?
I can't tell you how many times I have broken the ice with some other dude by offering "so I got that going for me...." with a pause so that he can finish Bill Murray's line "... which is nice" from the Dalai Lama story in Caddyshack. A guy on a plane arrived at his aisle seat to find my paperback book in his seat. He asked if it was mine and I jokingly said, "Don't be touching my stuff." He smirked and replied with "Don't call me Francis" and we were off into a lengthy exchange of random dialogue from Stripes. Total strangers.
This seems to be a practice almost entirely confined to American males. Brits, continentals, etc, have no concept of this, even if they know these movies. Some girls catch on, like my buddy's wife who deadpanned, "Do you see what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass, Larry?" outside a bar once, immediately endearing her to me with a Big Lebowski quote. But that's like finding a girl who knows what day Santana is pitching based on today's pitcher, because she can map the rotation's schedule in her head (i.e., pretty damn rare).
My question for Choire is whether this is just *straight* American males? You and Balk don't sit around with Cho re-enacting the Alec Baldwin scene from Glengarry Glen Ross, do you?
Far out, man.
BTW, last girl that I met who could have entire conversations with me based solely on movie dialog?
Yep, I married her.
I so hope you guys do, actually.
For a particularly douchey interwebs example of this, check out the comments section of most dealbreaker or clusterstock posts...