Wayans Not Wachowskis
Being this constant moviegoer, I know I'm bound at some point to waste time with some really crappy movies I'll have the misfortune to watch due to seriously impaired judgement. That is why Rotten Tomatoes have become my essential guide for movie watching, and it can't be said I haven't been warned whenever I end up doing disastrous cinema outings.
Of course, not everything in Rotten Tomatoes is bible truth for me. Recently I watched Click which they heavily bashed, but clicked with me. It's all about Adam Sandler, the producer's sure fire ticket to my patronage, because I absolutely love the guy, even if he's perpetually retarded. And my favorite alien-looking Cristopher Walken who almost broke into dance -- and you remember that Fatboy Slim video where he danced up on the walls and ceiling which I thought to be very cool -- which made it even better. Anyway, he played the mad scientist with a doppelganger angel of death, who was purveyor of Adam Sandler's 'clicker', that made him surf on higher channels he shouldn't have watched. Consequently, he didn't like what he saw.
There was also Freddy Got Fingered, I remember, which Rotten curiously rated a really low 10 (out of a possible 100). Now, that weird movie made me and my kids laugh for Tom Green's amazingly insane stupidity. No wonder that Drew Barrymore (who had a cameo part in the movie) fell for him back then, he must have made her laugh too. Anyway, that guy deserves to be studied, and Drew probably got kinky with bizarre in those days.
And then there was White Chicks, my little daughter's all-time favorite that, with repetitive viewing, enables me to mimic certain parts. I just love the scene where one of the cross dressing Wayan brothers pried out a hangnail from a toe with his teeth, to turn-off his persistent date, this sleazy, sentimental singing, white chick loving, black guy Letrell. Afterwards they went out partying at a club with Letrell on Ecstacy, which came out funny as hell and still makes me laugh even today. Of course it does not change the fact that it was just one silly movie I happened to enjoy.
Which brings me to the point of my text, Little Man, which isn't exactly a shining moment in our movie (I watched with my husband) watching history. Suffice it to say that the Wayans new offering does not make them the Wachowski brothers, not that they were, on their previous outing with White Chicks, but that at least made me laugh. This was downright stupid, and stupid that dragged on for 90 minutes. Which makes me think about how we make our choices, and how we choose wrong a lot of times. So to make up for it, I'll be watching The Devil Wears Prada, and Talladega Nights when they're out. Hopefully the movie-watching score would even out with these two.
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Of course, not everything in Rotten Tomatoes is bible truth for me. Recently I watched Click which they heavily bashed, but clicked with me. It's all about Adam Sandler, the producer's sure fire ticket to my patronage, because I absolutely love the guy, even if he's perpetually retarded. And my favorite alien-looking Cristopher Walken who almost broke into dance -- and you remember that Fatboy Slim video where he danced up on the walls and ceiling which I thought to be very cool -- which made it even better. Anyway, he played the mad scientist with a doppelganger angel of death, who was purveyor of Adam Sandler's 'clicker', that made him surf on higher channels he shouldn't have watched. Consequently, he didn't like what he saw.There was also Freddy Got Fingered, I remember, which Rotten curiously rated a really low 10 (out of a possible 100). Now, that weird movie made me and my kids laugh for Tom Green's amazingly insane stupidity. No wonder that Drew Barrymore (who had a cameo part in the movie) fell for him back then, he must have made her laugh too. Anyway, that guy deserves to be studied, and Drew probably got kinky with bizarre in those days.
And then there was White Chicks, my little daughter's all-time favorite that, with repetitive viewing, enables me to mimic certain parts. I just love the scene where one of the cross dressing Wayan brothers pried out a hangnail from a toe with his teeth, to turn-off his persistent date, this sleazy, sentimental singing, white chick loving, black guy Letrell. Afterwards they went out partying at a club with Letrell on Ecstacy, which came out funny as hell and still makes me laugh even today. Of course it does not change the fact that it was just one silly movie I happened to enjoy.
Which brings me to the point of my text, Little Man, which isn't exactly a shining moment in our movie (I watched with my husband) watching history. Suffice it to say that the Wayans new offering does not make them the Wachowski brothers, not that they were, on their previous outing with White Chicks, but that at least made me laugh. This was downright stupid, and stupid that dragged on for 90 minutes. Which makes me think about how we make our choices, and how we choose wrong a lot of times. So to make up for it, I'll be watching The Devil Wears Prada, and Talladega Nights when they're out. Hopefully the movie-watching score would even out with these two.Filed Under: Movies
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