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The Hangover Part II (review)

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“I can’t believe this is happening again,” laments Stu… and he’s not the only one. You cannot even honestly say about The Hangover Part II that it’s a matter of “same shit, different movie”: it’s pretty much the same movie as The Hangover…

Bridesmaids (review)

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Progress! Hollywood has recognized the comedic value of women! If you’ve had it up to here with movies all about fat dudes who are disgusting and crude and that’s all extra funny cuz they’re fat, then behold: Bridesmaids features not one but two very overweight women who will gross you out with their flab, their sexual desires, their farts, their inability to recognize the personal space of others, and other revolting things that are doubly hilarious coming from fatties!

Take Me Home Tonight (review)

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Hey, I love Duran Duran, too, but 80s nostalgia as a thing is so ten years ago… just about the time that the 33-year-old Topher Grace would have been the right age to play the just-out-of-college, I-dunno-what-to-do-with-myself whiner he plays here…

Rubber (review)

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A tire develops sentience. And independent mobility. Be afraid. Because it can also kill you with its mind. Yes, it has a mind. And it enjoys killing you with its mind. Be also amused, in a deeply weird, weirdly deep sort of way…

Your Highness (review)

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It’s one thing to say that Hollywood scoops up indie filmmakers, chews them up, and spits out McG and Brett Ratner clones, which absolutely happens. But that’s on a whole ’nother level to what it has done to David Gordon Green. Someone took the most glorious bottle of vintage champagne and whipped up Tang mimosas.