I decided to take another swing at Anger Management today because it’s quickly become the only movie this season I’m excited to see. A lot of industry analysts are saying the same thing – it looks to be the first sure-fire hit of the year.
And it only took you four months to get around to it. Way to go, Hollywood. -yawn!-
That said, it doesn’t look like we’ll get a chance to see it this weekend unless we catch a matinee. Tonight I’m going out with friends to get drunk in an English-themed pub. Tomorrow I’m going out with a different set of friends to get drunk at a Japanese restaurant. Yes, I’m quite the continental fellow.
I should say that today’s comic is about as far as you can get from a fair representation of Cami – and for me, that’s what makes it hilarious. Plus, isn’t a girl picking a guy up by his throat, by default, funny?
Truth be told, Cami is far and away the more mellow between the two of us. I’m more likely to fly off the handle 10 times more often than she will. What can I say? I just live my life passionately!
I heard today that the guy who made Daredevil is signed on to direct Ghost Rider. Nicholas Cage is set to play the demon biker Johnny Blaze. I don’t know how to feel about that. Ghost Rider is one of my favorite comic book anti-heroes. He’s just a bad-ass character. I’m glad to see an adaptation come to the screen, I just hope they don’t muck it up. Isn’t Nicholas Cage getting a little old for comic book movies?
Speaking of comic book movies, you need to visit this site RIGHT NOW to download the new Matrix trailer. It looks so good, I can practically smell the leather overcoats.
When I asked interested parties to send me e-mails in regard to the poster I am working up, the response was strong and positive. You guys all sound on board for it, so I’m forging ahead!
I need to clarify something, however. I still plan to sell the posters for $5, but to this point, I’ve made no mention of shipping and handling. If you want a poster, I’m going to have to charge for that as well. I plan on shipping out the posters in cardboard tubes so they don’t crease, and shipping will cost a little more since it’s an irregular package. Expect to tack on another $2 to $3 to your purchase.
This is not meant to dissuade you, but I wanted to mention it in the interest of being forthright.
Truthfully, the whole set up is still a good value for your money. Especially when you consider that there will only be 100 of these posters made and I intend on signing and numbering each one. Just because I’m feeling generous, I’ll toss in a short personal note to boot!
Thanks again for all your enthusiasm. You guys really make this worthwhile. Have a great weekend.
Major kudos to Cami for giving me the idea for today’s strip. This, of course came after viewing Anger Management. So utterly dissapointed were we by Adam Sandler’s latest offering, he may have completely lost us as fans.
It’s almost shameful that we helped contribute to it’s near $45 million dollar take this weekend. To put the accomplishment in perspective, that’s more than the gross of the remaining top 12 pictures COMBINED.
To go into specifics of why the movie failed us so would spoil too much of the “plot” (snicker, tee hee). But I can say that the movie totally falls apart in the end. The filmmakers try to tie up lose ends in a pretty, little package. The film is also littered with cameos dropped in for no other reason that to illicit cheap audience response. Former New York City mayor Rudolph Gulianni almost derails the picture when he shows up during it’s climax.
Even the regularly great Jack Nicholson couldn’t save the movie. Although I love movies that let “Jack be Jack”, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was just the hired help. One couldn’t decide if we were supposed to interpret his character as insane or inspired. The script never lets him chose.
Of course, a positive view of the film was pretty much dashed to bits when the theater we were seeing it in suddenly cut the picture as strobe lights started flashing and an flat, automated voice stated “There is an emergency. Please locate the nearest exit.” Apparently, there was a malfunction in the theater’s security system.
Thanks again, Wynnsong 16. Rendered anally just like I’m used to. I would have asked for a refund due to the inconvenience, but I didn’t feel like being on the receiving end of a blank stare for 15 minutes. How ironic that I am there to see a movie about keeping one’s temper in check, and then be tempted to throttle the nearest movie employee when inconvenienced.
Maybe I should look into anger management classes of my own…
I just finished watching Charlie’s Angels. It was fun, but not too far from the usual movie plot. It was weird to see Crispin Glover looking like Willard.
This weekend I watched Riding in Cars with Boys. It was Patti’s choice, but I think I ended up liking it as much or more than she did. I let her pick the rental because she said “you’ll probably want to watch some movie about drugs.” Which of course… was true. But I decided to be nice and behold, the plot that unfolded included Steve Zahn as a drug addict. Woo!
We also saw Anger Management. My initial reaction was that it was okay. The cameos, although destructive to the overall plot, added to the enjoyment of the flick. It was a Kevin Bacon Game dream. I still think Happy Gilmore and Billy Madison are Sandler’s funniest films. Looking back on this recent escapade, I think they tried to cram too much stuff into one movie. The ending was rushed as well, although it seemed to take frickin’ forever.
I am ready to watch part four of Band of Brothers. It is awesome. Get your hands on this mini series (not my copy) and watch it, NOW!
I’m looking forward to this weekend a lot. I’ll tell you why on Monday.
I am very disappointed that I did not get to see Following. I rented it, but ran out of time. I guess I’ll rent it again next week.
I did get to see two other movies though.
Neighbors: This John Belushi / Dan Aykroyd flick is pretty funny at times. Over all, it doesn’t make a ton of sense, but it’s fun to see these guys together again. It seems that this was Belushi’s last film.
Little Nicky: I had not seen this before, having heard many different opinions like “I love it blah blah” or I hate it blah blah.” I finally got around to seeing for myself what this movie really was. I like it quite a bit. It is definitely not Sandler’s best film, but it’s not Anger Management either. Though VERY strange at times, I would definitely watch this again.
So The Cult of Sandler is taking a road trip in continuation of this week’s storyline. Be sure to check Monday’s comic if you missed it. Don’t worry. I’ll tie up all the loose ends on Friday. (My attention span isn’t that long, either!)
I’m not totally sure where I’m manifesting these strips this week. I know today’s is certainly off-beat. All I know is that the thought of some quasi-mystical Adam Sandler worshipers playing guessing games in a soccer mom van made me giggle uncontrollably. Maybe it’s Seasonal Affectional Disorder. I must not be getting enough sunlight.
By the way, if you’re wondering why I’m committing a week to spoofing Adam Sandler, it’s because his new movie 50 First Dates comes out on Friday. Cami is making me go, there’s no two ways about it. Not that I’m not looking forward to it. On the contrary, there are great psychological benefits to watching Drew Barrymore smack Rob Schneider over the head with a baseball bat. Get those endorphins pumping!
Not much else going on in my life at the moment. I guess one of the houses on my street caught fire tonight. We live in kind of a new area and there a few finished homes without families in them, so I don’t know if anyone was hurt. There was maybe 5 large fire trucks blocking off the street. Their red and blue lights were flashing for hours. It kept freaking out our beagle Truman. He didn’t know what they hell they were.
Truman’s birthday is the 22nd. He’ll be two years old. Cami thinks I should do a comic about it.
I’d better stop here before this tangent goes flying off into space. It’s late.
So today is the culmination of The Cult of Sandler storyline. I’ve been getting some really positive feedback on it, so I guess you enjoyed it! Who knows, maybe our favorite cloaked fanboys will reappear sometime! They seemed to have gone over pretty well.
I feel a little guilty that I’m not doing a Valentine’s Day related strip. You might remember this time last year when I wrapped up my Ben Affleck/Daredevil storyline with some loving sentiment. I like doing that kind of stuff, y’know? Proclaiming my love in public. It’s fun!
The web comic landscape certainly seems to be shifting recently. First Movie Punks and Movie Comics called it quits. Now Mall Monkeys is closing up shop, too. Damn shame. Those guys really left an impression on the community – good or bad, they left an impression.
Of course, I can’t complain too much when co-conspirator Mitch Clem is bringing back Nothing Nice to Say! Start pounding the drums of war now, kiddies. Mitch is coming back to show us how it’s done!
Beyond that, I hope everyone has a good Hallmark holiday. It’s funny. In the days leading up to Valentine’s Day, I’m super cynical. I don’t want to give gifts and remind everyone that the holiday was invented by marketing people to help the diamond industry sell more engagement rings.
But then I sit down and think about how much I love Cami and everything I want to do for her and things aren’t so curmudgeonly after all. I mean, if you were going to celebrate anything, love is a good place to start!.
Take care, everyone.
As I mentioned in Monday’s comic, Cami and I went to The Longest Yard on Friday and were thoroughly underwhelmed. What can I say? As a former member of The Cult of Sander, Cami drags me to all these things – even when it involves football.
I should have known we were in trouble when three men in their 40’s – clearly off their leash and outside of their wives supervision – tumbled into the theater, chattering like monkey and sitting right behind us.
I envisioned them as old fraternity brothers who were fans of the 1974 Burt Reynolds original, looking to capture a little nostalgia and relive the glory days.
If ∗I∗ was disapointed by this piece of tripe, imagine how THOSE guys felt!
The original movie had a great “middle-finger-in-the-face-of-authority” vibe in the time of Nixon-era politics. It spoke with a mischievous grin toward the roles of the jailed and the jailer. At the risk of making a political statement, there is a segment of the country that harbors similar animosities toward the current administration and it’s policies. Or at least one can draw similar parallels. The remake totally misses it’s opportunity to reflect this undercurrent and becomes totally toothless in the process.
Adam Sandler – doughy and laconic, as usual – looks nothing like a hard-nosed former NFL quarterback. He barely looks capable of stealing a Snickers bar, let alone stand accused of a felony on the scale of point-shaving.
Sandler tries to bring his trademark goofy charm to the role and it’s totally the wrong fit. If Sandler were REALLY in a prison as tough as the movie would lead us to believe, inmates would start trading him for cigarettes before he’s ever introduced to his cell.
When the success of the movie is held together by the illusion that the lead character is smart, tough and dangerous – Adam Sandler is not the man to call.
Chris Rock is the other big name in the picture, but he brings very little to his role as Caretaker. Essentially, he spouts a bunch of recycled jokes from his stand-up routine. Typical commentaries about race that are far too glib for the bleak environment he’s supposed to be inhabiting. How can anyone be THIS HAPPY to be in prison?
The rest of the cast is rounded out by a small army of former athletes. There are some ex-NFL players like Brian Bosworth and Bill Romanowski, but most of the speaking roles are given to ex-“professional” wrestles like Kevin Nash, Bill Goldberg and “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. I guess whatever it takes to rope in the redneck demographic.
When the original used the idea of casting athletes, their raw presence and limited acting skills actually lent them credibility as prison inmates. By giving most of the dialogue to former pro wrestlers, you’re inviting hammy over-acting that is totally distracting. For example, like when the inmates switch out Kevin Nash’s steroids for estrogen pills and he acts like a hyperventilating female stereotype for the last 20 minutes of the film.
There are a few actors with some genuine talent in the film, but are totally wasted. Cloris Leachman’s comedic timing is completely squandered as she’s forced to play an undersexed septuagenarian receptionist. We don’t spend enough time with William Fichtner’s Captain Knauer to recognize him as a real threat. And James Cromwell’s Warden Hazen is given so little to do, he comes off looking like a buffoon rather than a worth villain.
Some casting choices are totally pointless. Rapper Nelly is thrown in the mix because… y’know! He’s a rapper! And kids love rappers! Oh, does he have a chart-topping hit on the soundtrack as well? Get that man some cleats!
Of course the star of the original picture, Burt Reynolds, is given a perfunctory role as “the grizzled old vet” in a hollow gesture meant to show respect to 1974 classic. Instead, Reynolds comes off more like he’s keeping watch to make sure Sandler doesn’t royaly screw up one of his trademark roles. Although his performance is one of the least grating, mission failed, Burt. Mission failed.
What is most annoying about the film is its complete disinterest in its setting. This is a Texas prison, people. Shouldn’t life be somewhat… I dunno, OPPRESSIVE?!
Aside from a brief montage of Sandler sweating it out in a tin hot box, the location is barely menacing and the guards little more than petty annoyances – not real physical threats. In fact, it seems like the prisoners pretty much have the run of the joint. There isn’t a scene where there aren’t at least 3 dozen extras milling around in the yard. Do these guys spend any time in their cells? Why is there this compulsory need to “get even with the guards” when it seems like the inmates get by pretty easy. Belive me – if you’re biggest inconvienance is having “Stone Cold” Steve Austin tip over a couple of books you’re trying to put away in the prision library, then prisonlife isn’t that bad. I’m surprised there aren’t physical therapists on staff for the prisoners after their scrimmages!
Even though the original was layered and engrossing, somehow the remake barely has enough content to pad an average-length sitcom. And although I’m aware the conclusion of the original was a 45 minute football game, things feel ponderously slow when they try to do the same thing here.
Game play is stretched out when director Peter Segal cuts away to Rob Schneider shouting his signature catchphrase “Yuuuu can doooo eeet!” which has become the tradition in Sandler films you most look forward to loathing.
There’s also a little too much leering attention given to Tracy Morgan and his squad of transvestite cheerleaders. The joke is kinda funny once, but why does Segal keep cutting back to them in between plays like they’re REAL cheerleaders? Quite honestly, I don’t need to see Tracy Morgan in hot pants any longer than two seconds maximum.
The Longest Yard is a terrible, TERRIBLE movie. Don’t waste your eight bucks on this one. Do yourself a favor and rent the original. While you’re at it, you might as well rent North Dallas Forty. You’ll get five times the entertainment value for the same amount of money.