Once more, with feeling

 I went to see Tropic Thunder today avec mon pere and it was an interesting experience. I can't say I loved it but it wasn't half bad. Robert Downey Jr. was probably the best part of it. He just gets better with every movie he makes man. I watched Zodiac not long ago and let me tell you, as much as I love Jake, it’s Robert who really rules the movie. Oh, and he was in some other little movie called Iron Man or something but to be honest I haven't heard a smidgen of news about it. But hey, you can't win em all can ya?

To help you understand how great RDJ is in this movie, here's a clip of the fake trailer for "Satan's Alley" that was shown before the movie. Not only does this fake movie have a truly legendary title - it’s also the name of the fake Broadway show in the Saturday Night Fever sequel that everyone but my mom and I hate, Staying Alive - it's freakin' hilarious. I don't want to ruin it but it involves Tobey Maguire, some prayer bead molestation and bright blue contacts. And what's really funny is that if this was real, it would be a shoe-in for an Oscar. I mean, I love the original golden boy of Hollywood as much as the next guy but let's be honest, the Academy loves predictably controversial stuff, even when it's mediocre and horribly overdone (cough, Atonement).

 I could go on about this forever but I think such a commentary is best left to the boys of Tropic Thunder themselves. Regardless of how stupid and over the top some of their jokes can be, behind it all - including a very hairy and obese Tom Cruise - the movie is a sharp commentary on the ridiculousness that can be the movie biz. I just hope that Hamlet 2 can do similar justice to the theatre world. If the movie's song "Rock Me Sexy Jesus" is any indication of its genius then I'd say it's going to far from rotten in the state of Denmark, or whatever rando American city Mr. Coogan and those two kids from Spring Awakening are from.  

I’m off to finish watching High Fidelity and go to bed. Stupid Disney has me scheduled at 8 A.M. tomorrow. I’ll write again tomorrow night if I don’t collapse from complete and utter exhaustion and pure unadulterated hatred of that damn “Viva Chihuahua” song. I swear, if I didn’t know better, I might think that trailer was something out of Tropic Thunder. Sadly, it’s just the latest installment in the endless saga that is Hollywood’s lack of good ideas.

 Speaking of which, have you seen the trailer for Disaster Movie? If you haven’t, please don’t. You’ll save yourself from 10 minutes of post-viewing vomiting and weeks of night terrors about how the word parody has somehow come to mean exact replica of the source material but completely unfunny. Surely I can’t be serious right? Well, gosh darn it I am serious and don’t call me Shirley!