Garry Marshall is a weird abomination of a filmmaker. He has a few monster hits under his belt and a whole bunch of crappy mainstream commerce movies but he chugs along like a special needs cyborg. Good for him I suppose, we could all benefit from the same strain of career invincibility. His Valentine’s Day was a star-studded pestilence.
I guess people watched it because here comes a whole mess of stars and more absolutely brainkilling pap.
New Year’s Eve: You Will Believe a Duhamel Can Walk Confused In a Tux.
Watch the trailer because you don’t loathe yourself enough yet:
Did John Bon Jovi have plastic surgery or did that door actually blow off and hit him in U-571?
This movie makes my inner child take the morning after pill. At least Til Schweiger’s in it.
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With this and No Strings Attached, Ludacris is firmly becoming my favorite ridiclious raptor…he still tries to act misogynistic in songs!!
You’re right, Nick. I now loathe myself exactly as much as is warranted. That was just awful.
He’s not horrible as a character actor, usually as an aging executive. But maybe I’m just saying that because I really like SOAPDISH.
Is it too much to hope for an In The Bedroom style out-of-nowhere Plot Point One twist?
Your favorite? But there are so many ridiclious raptors to choose from!
I want Gary Marshall’s St. Patrick’s Day to feature the casts of The Departed, The Boondock Saints and State of Grace.
If you were not a man I would marry your vitriol.
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