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Five Easy Steps to a Financially Successful Romantic Comedy!

What Happens in Vegas / Joseph M. Caracciolo, Jr.

Film Reviews | May 9, 2008 | Comments (91)


Hi! My name is Joseph M. Caracciolo Jr., Hollywood producer and the man behind box-office smashes like Lindsay Lohan’s Just My Luck, Brittany Murphy’s Uptown Girls, Sarah Michelle Gellar’s Simply Irresistible, and Swimfan starring that chick no one remembers! And I’m here today to tell you how you can make millions of dollars WITHOUT EVEN TRYING! That’s right, you heard me correct. This is not a gimmick: You can make a fortune, overcompensate for your small penis with fast cars, and own a huge Hollywood mansion with swimming pool that your child will one day drown in because of your neglect! But don’t let that dissuade you: Put that genetically ingrained neglect to good use by producing a Hollywood Romantic Comedy!

Just look at me, folks: I weigh 350 lbs., breathe heavily when I turn around to parallel park, break into a vile back sweat whenever I drive past a gym, and yet I have beautiful women crawling all over me wherever I go. I used to masturbate chronically, but now I have an Eastern European servant who does it for me! How did I gain this fortune and low-level fame? By following an easy five-step process that I’ve perfected over the years to guarantee the greatest amount of profit with the least amount of effort! And now, for the low, low price of nothing, I’m going to pass on all my advice to you before I have a Cheeto embolism on the golf course and keel over!

Joseph M. Caracciolo’s Five Steps to a Financially Successful Romantic Comedy

Cast: Before you’ve even found a script (it doesn’t matter, they’re all the same anyway), you need to assemble your cast. Think about your target demographic: It’s primarily women and the men they drag to see your movie. And what do women like? Television, of course! Studies have proven, time and again, that television is a female-driven medium. So what you need is a middle-tier television personality with an instantly recognizable face who doesn’t charge a premium for acting skills! Ten years ago, this was George Clooney. Now, you can either go with Patrick Dempsey or, if he’s not available, Ashton Kutcher, star of “That ’70s Show” and “Punk’d,” popular with both young women and cougars! That’s who I chose for my next project, What Happens in Vegas, and we’re expecting a huuuge opening. Next, in choosing a female lead, you should look for someone with an attractive body (again, to appeal to daydreaming men forced to suffer through your film), but someone who women won’t feel threatened by. In my case, Cameron Diaz is the perfect Butter Face — not so easy on either the eyes or the boner, if you get my meaning. Wink wink, fellas. As an added bonus, Cameron has a completely meaningless and undeserved Oscar nomination (faux credibility) and a history of personal relationships with celebrities, any of which could blow up right around the release of your film, which is the cheapest way to market your product!

Finally, this is the hardest part: The supporting best friends. Here, you want incredibly cheap but talented actors; after all, they will be given all the good lines. “SNL” and “Daily Show” personalities are ideal, though stand-up comedians will do in a pinch. In Vegas, I hired “The Daily Show’s” Rob Corddry to play Ashton’s best friend, who also gets all the good lines — all four of them, that is. Lake Bell, from “Boston Legal,” “Surface,” and various everything-but spank mags was hired to play the female best friend, basically an attractive body with the versatility of cardboard — empty but easily shaped (just like a woman’s mind, am I right?). In a very small part, you might also want to throw in someone with hipster cred who is so hard up for cash that he or she will jump at the opportunity to sell out. In Vegas, we got Zack Galifianakis, who broke his sell-out cherry for mere peanuts! And he’s good for at least a few thousand theatergoers who will attend our movie saying to themselves, “But Zack Galifanakis is in it — it can’t be that bad, right?” Wrong!

Title: Again, before you even choose a script, you should pick a title for your movie. Lame song titles or colloquialisms are ideal — they’re easy to remember, and say little about the actual substance of the film (of which there is none, as I’ll show you in subsequent steps). The important thing is that your title is already established, which is why I suggest stealing something from the vacation industry or, if you’re feeling particularly creative, make a play on words or use a pun! (This strategy has been effective for Bon Jovi for over 20 years). Puns are great because they encourage movie critics to make equally obnoxious puns in their reviews, which — rather than discourage attendance (by and large, America attends movies in defiance of critics — use this to your advantage), these puns reinforce the title, so it’s all headline-reading schmucks remember when they get to the ticket booth. What Happens in Vegas is doubly perfect because it suggest something both lascivious and family friendly, plus it has a certain tackiness that America digs! I mean, who doesn’t love Vegas!

Pick a Date: The release date is probably the most crucial detail, though even it requires little thought. We know that, on any given weekend, there are millions of people going on dates and most men, who understand the easiest route to the netherland, lack the creativity to do anything other than see a movie and go to dinner. In order to take advantage of that, don’t schedule your movie against other romantic comedies, thus splitting the vote, so to speak— ensure that you’re the only option available! Date-night is a great American past time — there will always be an audience, and the quality of the film rarely affects attendance. In the summer, you would be wise to position your movie against huge blockbuster movies targeted toward men (but not blockbusters capable of eroding your female audience, see, e.g., Iron Man) — we put Vegas up against Speed Racer knowing that few women would have any interest in it, and — even better — most men wouldn’t mind missing Speed Racer if it meant getting laid at the end of the night! I had my Eastern European servant give me a pat on the back for that idea!

Hire a Director: This is just a formality — choose someone inexpensive. Talent-level and competence is irrelevant. Just ensure that it is someone who doesn’t upset the actors, who supply the pretty faces for the movie posters. Studies show that unhappy actors have faces that are 10 percent less pretty. Moreover, you don’t want to hire a director who will attempt to extract an actual performance out of the lead actors — people don’t go to romantic comedies to see the their favorite celebrities act like someone else — they want to see the same people they are familiar with from the gossip blogs. Additionally, since gossip rags supply at least 60 percent of our marketing (for free, no less), we don’t want to step on any toes. (Please visit Webster’s Is My Bitch!)

Pick a Script: Finally, and inarguably the least important aspect of a successful romantic comedy, is the script. Choosing a script is simple, though the best romantic comedies tend to involve two or more elements stolen from other successful romantic comedies; Vegas was an exceptional find, since it was essentially a mish-mash of every other romantic comedy you’ve ever seen in your life (what can I say? Audiences are comforted by rote familiarity). When choosing a script for a romantic comedy, however, it is wise to look for several things:

Give the Characters Bland Generic Names: Ensure the leads have completely forgettable names, so that the audience never mistakes the actors onscreen for actual characters. In Vegas, we used Jack and Joy, so unmemorable that everyone afterwards will continue to refer to them as Ashton and Cameron, thus strengthening their own brand and making them happy, which — again — helps when it comes time to make a movie poster.

The Meet Cute: The meet cute provides the basis for the rest of the film, providing the circumstances from which the rest of the story will flow. So, obviously, you want to avoid high-concept meet cutes — the broader the better. In Vegas, Ashton — an immature doofus fired from his job by his own father — and Cameron — an uptight career woman (note that all career women should be portrayed as uptight, thus carefully reinforcing sexual stereotypes) recently dumped by her fiancĂ© at a surprise party — meet cute in a Vegas hotel when they are accidentally booked into the same room. Thereafter, Ashton — playing on Cameron’s insecurities about her lack of spontaneity, for which she was just dumped — dares her to have one drink with him, which expectedly leads to drunken debauchery (read: pratfalls) and a quick Vegas marriage. (Note also: Never go against expectations, give the audience everything they expect — it’s what they want, no matter what focus groups suggest). Realizing their mistake the next morning, they decide to annul the marriage, but not before Ashton drops a quarter in a slot machine and wins $3 million, of which Cameron claims ownership of half by virtue of their quickie marriage.

The narrative hook, which follows the meet cute, should also be as preposterous as possible, grounded in day dream fantasies, like what you’d do with three wishes or if you were granted the power to go back in time. In Vegas, the hook is this: A judge forces Ashton and Cameron to live together as a married couple for five months before granting the divorce. The judge is played nimbly by Dennis Miller, a familiar “SNL” alum, who always comes cheap (it may be tempting, but never use Jon Lovitz — he’s instant box-office death).

Gendered Humor: Ensure that all of the script’s “comedy” revolves around male/female stereotypes: Women are clean, men are dirty; women love jewelry; men love to scratch their balls; women take longer in the bathroom; men will pee in the sink if forced; women want comfort and security; men want to fuck and be left alone with their video games and sporting events. And, most importantly for the purposes of a romantic comedy: Men never put down the toilet seat. Ensure that the script repeatedly plays on these stereotypes — female moviegoers may feign offense, but trust me on this: Women like to be reminded of their roles in society; it makes the appreciate that they have a man to take care of them.

The Ending: Always ensure that the couple ends up together. If the script doesn’t have them living happily ever after, change it. Moreover, the ending should always involve running, and should take place in either an airport or — if you’re feeling frisky — on a beach. It should involve an impassioned speech, delivered by the man to win the woman back (cobble together lines from a few Hallmark cards) and it should always involve a “callback,” or a reference to a joke earlier in the film. The woman should always, immediately, take the man back, no questions asked. Women are the weaker gender, always ready to take their man back if given any excuse to do so. Use this to your advantage — you never have to make the speech convincing. However, to be safe, after the big kiss, quickly roll the credits or throw up some bloopers, outtakes, or an extended dance sequence to distract the audience’s attention before they realize they’ve been hoodwinked once again and begin groaning. Save the one truly funny moment in your film for the credit bloopers or outtakes, ensuring that your audience leaves with a smile on their face. Waiting theatergoers standing in the queue will be comforted by these smiles, even if they ultimately fade by the time moviegoers get to their car, when the realization that they’ve just suffered through another stinker settles in.

And that’s it, folks: Follow these five, easy-to-understand steps, and you, too, can make millions off the backs of gullible moviegoers hard up for a two-hour distraction which might prevent them from having to actually speak to their dates, a demographic you can exploit for literally millions of dollars. In fact, by following my own strategy, I expect What Happens in Vegas to pull in $20 million or more on its opening weekend, before ultimately doubling my investment in DVD rentals, which is where the real money is at. After all, nobody wants a romantic comedy engrossing enough to prevent Johnny from his ultimate aim: To finger bang Jane on her parent’s couch under the guise of romance!

Good luck!

Joseph M. Caracciolo, Jr. is a producer of profitable but ultimately forgettable romantic comedies. He lives in Hollywood, California.


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Comments

It's at times like these I really wish I had a nice young man I could force to watch inane films in exchange for q fumbled quickie in the back of his mid-priced hatchback but alas! I do not. Guess I'll just have to settle for the debauched single life yet again. I'd cry into a pint of icecream over it but I really don't have time. What with the drinking and all.

In other news:

Women are clean, men are dirty; women love jewelry; men love to scratch their balls; women take longer in the bathroom; men will pee in the sink if forced; women want comfort and security; men want to fuck and be left alone with their video games and sporting events.

Apparently the ex Mr TheOdd and I were each born to the wrong gender. Except for the whole "pee in the sink" thing. Stupid stereotypes and their stupid ugh ness.

You know what? My brain checked out 32 minutes ago. I am no longer capable of coherent thought. I'm off to find a martini.

Oh yes... there was something else: I wouldn't see this film for all the kittens and rainbows in Chrissendom.

Posted by: Alex the Odd at May 9, 2008 12:30 PM

Gee, this means I could make my own romantic comedy with absolutely no thought, work, or real talent at all!! Thanks, Joseph!

Posted by: Brie at May 9, 2008 12:32 PM

I used to be one of those mindless women who saw any romantic comedy that came out. However the "formula" doesn't work on me and this movie looks like ass. Romantic "comedy gold" indeed.

Posted by: lyricalcatt at May 9, 2008 12:32 PM

Great review! Uncannily accurate too, as I think a lot of studios use these exact tactics. Luckily, I'll never see this movie, as Cameron Diaz triggers my vomit button.

Posted by: StephanieS at May 9, 2008 12:33 PM

Amen, Alex. My brain checked out at 8:00AM when I walked into my office. However I have to maintain the working front for another 3 and a half hours...BLURGH.

Posted by: lyricalcatt at May 9, 2008 12:34 PM

Ah, but Stephanie, the vomit button is what she does best! She is known for her "gross out" "hilarity"! That should prompt you to go see it! She burps! She farts! She's a Renissaince ( I know I spelled this wrong but can't be bothered) woman!

Posted by: lyricalcatt at May 9, 2008 12:36 PM

Joseph M. Caracciolo, Jr., eh?

[loads pistol]

Movie Producer?

[sharpens knives]

Hollywood, California?

...

Skittimus, Shadows, get off your fuckin' asses. We got work to do.

Posted by: TK at May 9, 2008 12:38 PM

Unless Wikipedia AND the IMDb are wrong, Cameron Diaz does not have an Oscar nomination. Four Golden Globe noms, though.

Posted by: Todd at May 9, 2008 12:45 PM

Alex, you scratch your balls? I'll not get into the question of whether you have balls or not, that's a private matter.

Oh yes, romantic comedies. I have 4 sisters who insist on watching them every time we rent a movie. I've discovered that a book helps. Just take a book and a reading light to the cinema if necessary. Your girlfriend/sister/evil friend will be happy and you'll leave unscathed. Oh...iPod is good too, just to block out the sound of Cameron Diaz's voice which I am told is used in the 6th circle of Hell to torment murderers and dentists.

Posted by: Joker at May 9, 2008 12:54 PM

I heart TK. Can I come? Please?

Posted by: Nicole at May 9, 2008 12:55 PM

TK, I applaud your enthusiasm. If you need another set of bare hands which are fully prepared to strangle Mr. Caracciolo, pick me up on your way through Cleveland.

Otherwise, I'll follow a different path to forgetting that this movie was ever shat out. In the immortal words of Johnny Tarr: Get up off your asses and set up the glasses. I'm drinkin' this place dry.

In a few hours, anyhow. Hail to the Bombay Sapphire, baby.

Posted by: Sean at May 9, 2008 12:57 PM

Oh, also: great review.

Posted by: Sean at May 9, 2008 12:59 PM

Oddly enough, I know more women that have peed in sinks than men. And I don't think it's just because of the women I know.

Posted by: Sharon at May 9, 2008 1:00 PM

Can't Ashton Kutcher just be content to hump his carefully preserved wife atop piles of her ex-husband's money until the time limit on their prenup expires and he is legally entitled to half a million dollars for every year of their marriage?

Why won't he just give up on his "working" "actor" ambitions and accept his fate as a future talkshow host?

Who in sweet creation is paying money to see Clay Aiken in Spamalot?

These are the questions that keep me awake at night.

Posted by: Mella at May 9, 2008 1:02 PM

The real problem with these movies isn't the lameass premise and bland story and acting, it's that people keep going to see them.

AM I ON CRAZY PILLS? WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP SPENDING MONEY ON THIS CRAP? WHY IS NICOLAS CAGE STILL IN FEATURE MOVIES? I CAN'T STOP YELLING!

Posted by: babyeatingdingo at May 9, 2008 1:05 PM

10th!! Alright.

Listen, I know everyone's apeshit over Apatow lately, but midway through this review(?) I started seeing many similarities to Apatow's brand of humor, set-up, plot, etc.

The idea for this rant would be funnier if the technique didn't actually work. It's just like McDonalds and Walmart. Everything about it sucks, but it's cheap and it suits the American comfort zone oh, so well.

Posted by: Doody at May 9, 2008 1:09 PM

TK!!!

I want to go to. I mean, my mom did diss me for our mother's day plans, remember???? I'm EXTRA deathy today.

Now stop overlooking the chicks. We clearly have issues, and need an outlet.

Posted by: boo at May 9, 2008 1:14 PM

As long as the MurderTank is fully stocked with Sapphire (amen Sean) I'm in for the assault!

But as Babyeatingdingo (how would you shorten that?!) correctly points out, perhaps we should be going after the ticket-holders, and not the creator. After all, with no demand Mr. Caracciolo will wither up and and shrivel into a peanut sized rodent that can be easily be fed to our next target.

Posted by: Bistro at May 9, 2008 1:16 PM

Who in sweet creation is paying money to see Clay Aiken in Spamalot?

Mella, everytime his face jumps out at me from yahoo's home page when I am just innocently attempting to check my email, I ask myself the same question


he's just so.....creey looking

like, if I had kids, no way in hell would he be allowed anywhere near them based solely on his looks


just creepy

Posted by: Bethy at May 9, 2008 1:17 PM

Hooray for funny at 10am. It really helps the hangover.

Also, just cause we're on the subject, Questions that keep me awake at night: Why? Oh God Why?

Posted by: the_wakeful at May 9, 2008 1:21 PM

Now stop overlooking the chicks. We clearly have issues, and need an outlet.

Hell to the fuck yeah! I wanna go too! I promise to be a huge asset to the kick assery. Just play any post 2000 Bob Dylan song backwards, wait for me to mutter "Miranda", and sit back and enjoy the rising death count.

Posted by: J_Capri at May 9, 2008 1:35 PM

Nice review. I wasn't familiar with Zack Galifanakis so I looked him up to see what else he's been in.

And I found this:

G-Force (2009) (post-production)

Please one of you intelligent people tell me there's another G-Force out there that is actually some highly intellectual drama about... pilots or spacemen or something.

Please.

Posted by: twig at May 9, 2008 1:36 PM

The reviewer's and commenters' nose in the air write-off of all romantic comedies reeks of intellectual superiority. "Oh, the dumb ass, Walmart shopping general public may fall for this bullshit, but not us! No sirree, you can't get that romcom crap by us, we're too darn smart (unless of course the movie is associated with Apatow or any of his crew). We much prefer movies about cannablism with U.S. colonialism subtext - now that's entertainment!" Get off of your high horses, please. Besides, Ms. Diaz is still kind of hot and I would by no means kick her out of bed for eating crackers.

Posted by: sosumi at May 9, 2008 1:50 PM

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Bless your heart, sosumi.

Posted by: boo at May 9, 2008 1:53 PM

The reviewer's and commenters' nose in the air write-off of all romantic comedies reeks of intellectual superiority.

Yeah! Smart ppl suk! Eleetist.

Clinton '08!

Posted by: great mango at May 9, 2008 1:55 PM

OK, here's my crazy digression of the day:

So you think that the judge sentencing them to live together is preposterous, huh?

Setting: A small city in the Midwest, 1925

Synopsis: A group of young boys get into a fight on their way home from school. One goes home and gets his (divorced) mother, who comes back to intervene with a "large club." A gun is brought in to the fight; one boy's arm is shot twice and then clubbed, causing a severe break; the woman is shot and sustains a "3-inch scalp wound that proved not to be serious."

Resolution: The woman is soon taken to court, where her handyman just happens to be on trial for moonshining. The judge decrees that, if the two will get married and leave the county, he will drop all charges.

And that, my friends, is the story of how my great-grandparents got married. And I have the newspaper clippings and court records to prove it.

Posted by: frumpiefox at May 9, 2008 1:55 PM

frumpiefox, you should write the screenplay. (I am not being facicious - I'd watch that.)

Posted by: twig at May 9, 2008 1:58 PM

[I]Oh yes... there was something else: I wouldn't see this film for all the kittens and rainbows in Chrissendom.[/I]

but wouldn't it be all the kittens and rainbows in Godtopusdom? Godoctodum? Goctodum?

ouch, my head hurts now.

Posted by: mums at May 9, 2008 2:06 PM

I'm just about two hours from Hollywood, I'm in. we should make a list of producers/directors that need to be removed from the face of the earth while we have momentum going.

Posted by: nancy at May 9, 2008 2:06 PM

TK Can I come? Pretty please!

My knives are all sharpened with nothing to do...
Ginsu? Check
Cuisinart 6 incher? Check
Leatherman? Check.
(What? That thing has three 4-inch blades, a file, pliers and still fits in my pocket.)

::Looks around the room::

Mace? All out.
Rope? Grabs bag o' rope (I'm a sailor.)

::Grabs Keys::

We could stop by Brett Ratner or Joe Francis' house on the way home. I bet they're at the pool...Be there in 10. -A

Posted by: Amanda47 at May 9, 2008 2:07 PM

Ms. Diaz is still kind of hot

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Posted by: Melody at May 9, 2008 2:15 PM

frumpiefox, I'd watch that and buy the DVD. Or, if you're feelin' old school, you could write a book. I'd buy it. I'd also give it a kick-ass review, especially if you promise not to round up a posse to call me obsessively. That's one of the awesomest stories I've ever heard. I demand that you make it happen in book and/or movie form. Get to writin'.

Posted by: Sarina at May 9, 2008 2:16 PM

frumpiefox, that is probably the best thing I have heard all week

I love your great-grandparents right now and I don't even know them

Posted by: Bethy at May 9, 2008 2:17 PM

Amanda47...where's the scythe? I left mine at work. I'll just hop on a plane. Might take me a while, but if you guys are patient I'll bring space cake from Amsterdam.

Posted by: Joker at May 9, 2008 2:21 PM

Melody - She's not hot? Darn. There goes my reason for seeing this movie. If only it starred Jessica Alba's ass.

Posted by: sosumi at May 9, 2008 2:23 PM

Okay phew, I'm glad someone else freaked out about the Diaz nomination snafu. For a brief moment I was like, "all that time I was rooting for DIAZ, not KEENER?!?!!?"

Then again, I'm sure these Hollywood people lie their faces off - so why not do it in their first try at a movie review (of their own movie!).

Posted by: vinniedelpino at May 9, 2008 2:24 PM

Sosumi, sweetie, it's not romcoms that are the problems.

It's stupid ones.

Posted by: I Love Beets at May 9, 2008 2:44 PM

ILB - Thanks for the clarification, babe. In that case, never mind.

Posted by: sosumi at May 9, 2008 2:53 PM

Well, I have been mulling over doing one of those "graphic novels I've heard tell of. :)

And I didn't even mention the family lore that "divorce" actually meant great-grandma pushed her first husband down the stairs b/c he was a violent drunk.

Luckily, my family is insane in the most...entertaining way.

Oh yeah...and I'm not going to see this movie. Ever. But I'm all up for filming the violent payback heaped upon Mr. Crapillo and the rest of his ilk and marketing it as a rom-com-gorefest.

Posted by: frumpiefox at May 9, 2008 2:56 PM

ILB - Thanks for the clarification, babe. In that case, never mind.

Posted by: sosumi at May 9, 2008 2:57 PM

Considering the recent stream of rom-com dreck recently with 27 Dresses, Made of Honor, and now this, ARE there any good rom-coms out there? Is it a disappearing skill to craft a pleasant, intelligent rom-com?

Posted by: rlr260 at May 9, 2008 2:59 PM

One could make the argument that Enchanted was a romcom. Apatow aside, what about Waitress? Mebbe not as slapsticky as some, but still romantic and funny.

Posted by: I Love Beets at May 9, 2008 3:02 PM

I'm in with some jumper cables and a couple car batteries (hey, his Eastern European servant might be there). Just swing the MurderTank up through Canada and I'll be ready. Question: if we strike him down will he become more powerful, or will another worse hack arise in his place? Followup: what will we do with his replacement?

Posted by: lordhelmet at May 9, 2008 3:05 PM

Joker- I will wait for the Space Cake.

Lord Helmet's Question: if we strike him down will he become more powerful, or will another worse hack arise in his place?
We will leave a survivor to tell the others of what we have done. There will be fear and horror across the Land. And they will move to a faraway place (China?) where a new population, unsuspecting will go like sheep to see their crappy movies, amazed by sound and fury and air conditioning. And it will be a GLORIOUS sunrise...

Posted by: Amanda47 at May 9, 2008 3:17 PM

Dammit, I'm stuck on the East coast. But if anyone wants to swing by DC, I have and extensive x-acto blade collection and a grappling hook.

Posted by: jM at May 9, 2008 3:19 PM

She's not hot?

Given that she generally looks like she has just rolled off of her surfboard and forgot to use sunscreen, yeah I think that she is not that hot. Body is good, face not so much.

Posted by: Melody at May 9, 2008 3:29 PM

Garroting wire? Check.

Buck knife? Check.

Chinese stars? Check.

Ice pick? Check.

Ricin (in the event that poisoning is needed)? Check.

I'll just relax with a beer until Skitt swings by to get me.

Posted by: Nicole at May 9, 2008 3:30 PM

Geez! Where are you people hiding? Everyone I talk to is nuts for these formula films. When I fussed about 27 Dresses being a formula film the response was,
"A formula film? Like a math formula?"
"Kind of. They put elements that have worked previously to get a desired outcome."
"Oh what a good idea! So, it's guaranteed to be good!"
When I fussed about Made of Honor, the response was,
"Ya, but Patrick Dempsey is in it so it will be wonderful."
When I fussed about What Happens in Vegas being a formula film, the answer was, "But formula films are always funny"
Ugh! Maybe I just need to find a different, more bitchy set of friends.

Posted by: brenia at May 9, 2008 3:40 PM

Sorry Brenia, but your friends just got added to The List.

Posted by: Bistro at May 9, 2008 3:44 PM

I have a hatchet and a filleting knife (I grew up in the sticks). Can I play with the cool kids too?

[hides copies of Love, Actually and Ever After]

Posted by: Pea at May 9, 2008 3:57 PM

Meh, that's ok, Bistro. It'll give me an excuse to go find some new ones. Happy hunting, all!

Posted by: brenia at May 9, 2008 4:00 PM

I think the thing that makes Apatow movies different is that his leading men are significantly less attractive than their female counterparts. He's forced to use character development so that the whole thing doesn't devolve into a self-gratifying masturbatory emission of celluloid where schlubs don't have to change AND get inexplicably hot women.
It's like a bad high-school stereotype - the Astons and Dempseys and Gerard Butlers just have to stand there and be amiable but the Jonahs and Rogans and Jason Segels have to develop a personality to bring in the date audience. The fact that this makes Apatow rom-coms of a higher quality is just a happy side effect.

Posted by: LB at May 9, 2008 4:02 PM

No, no, 'Ever After' does not go on the list, general popular loathing for Drew Barrymoore be damned. I don't care how silly it was, she won the day by carrrying the prince off in her arms, it had Leonardo DaVinci and the greatest crying scene ever.

Plus the King and Queen of France were awesome.

Posted by: twig at May 9, 2008 4:04 PM

jM I will meet you at the south entrance to Dupont Circle Metro and we will take my (invisible of course) plane. Please be quick, it's pouring out today.

Nicole Garroting wire is an excellent choice! We'll swing by. I wouldn't trust Skitt's driving...

Posted by: Amanda47 at May 9, 2008 4:04 PM

Pea, you need not apologize for Love, Actually. "There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?"

Anyone who wishes to defy me regarding that film is gonna get a cuttin'.

Posted by: Nicole at May 9, 2008 4:05 PM

I generally detest the standard formulaic rom-com, but when I want to get all gooshy and girly and (drunk) and teary, I go to one of my very favorite movies, "Out of Africa". Gorgeous movie, I can't help loving it.

Posted by: nancy at May 9, 2008 4:06 PM

Thanks for the validation, Twig. I own Ever After on both VHS and DVD. I love it despite the fact that everyone in France has varying degrees of horrendous British accent.

Posted by: Pea at May 9, 2008 4:06 PM

I love beets, I didn't think of "Enchanted" or "Waitress" as rom-coms. Since they didn't fit the standard rom-com formula, I guess I thought of them more as romantic movies with some funny stuff in them.

Posted by: rlr260 at May 9, 2008 4:15 PM

Every time someone mentions the hotness of Gerard Butler, my brain conjures up Gerard Depardieu. Which is supremely entertaining.

Posted by: frumpiefox at May 9, 2008 4:16 PM

Don't stone me for this, but am I crazy to think that Definitely, Maybe was one of the better romantic comedies of late?

Posted by: Beckie at May 9, 2008 4:49 PM

"divorce" actually meant great-grandma pushed her first husband down the stairs b/c he was a violent drunk.

Back in the day when divorce (though legal) was a life-ruining stigma, there were a lot of "divorces" like that.

Most of my female ancestors (that I knew) would sure as shit have sent an abusing drunkard down cellar, never to come up again.

Posted by: Jerce at May 9, 2008 4:56 PM

Subbing Depardieu for Butler = disturbing imagery. I really would've had a tough time sitting through "P.S. I Love You".

_Beckie_, I don't think you're crazy. I mean, there's the presence of Ryan Reynolds for a start...

Posted by: LB at May 9, 2008 5:00 PM

". Besides, Ms. Diaz is still kind of hot and I would by no means kick her out of bed for eating crackers""

Nope. Is not. Never was. Not in "The Mask." Not in "My Best Friend's Wedding." Not in "Being John Malkovich" (well, DUH!). Not in anything. She is the least attractive woman this side of Angelina Jolie, if you ask me (that's right, I went there). Disgusting. Gross. Puke-alicious.

Don't even get me started on her "acting."

So sue me!

Posted by: Armando at May 9, 2008 5:12 PM

Oh, and Frumpiefox, let me jump on the "you must write your great-grandparents' story into the best screenplay ever" bandwagon.

Posted by: Armando at May 9, 2008 5:16 PM

Armando, come on now.. in the mask she wasn't half bad. It was the shitty movie / acting / everything that sucked so hardcore. Then she... lost everything? Seriously, where did her boobs GO?!?

http://img49.imageshack.us/img49/8030/camerondiaz020sv0.jpg

Posted by: lilianna28 at May 9, 2008 5:41 PM

I don't care what you all say, I think Diaz is OK. She may not be up to the same hotness standards of most movie stars, but if I say her on the street I would probably...approve of what I saw.

Posted by: the_wakeful at May 9, 2008 5:58 PM

Apatow movies might stir the pot a little. Yes the leading guy is a shlub and hurray! Underdogs! They make us feel nifty!
But it's the same old formula, to me, that you see in King of Queens and various other fat man/hot girl comedies.
Fat guy is shubby but loveable because of good heart and brotherly sense of humor. Hot girl and shub meet somewhere and he wears her down with is self depreciating humor and sorta cute-with-stubble-stubble. Some hook keeps them together, they fall in love. Even though she is constantly irritated by his lack of actual intelect, his silly comebacks and goofy glomping around TOTALLY makes up for it.

Eh. I liked Knocked up, but the formula reminded me more of old CBS 6o'clock comedy hour shows then anything 'new' and 'exiting'.

Then again, I have a hard time appriciating romantic comedies. The last one I really enjoyed was Much Ado About Nothing. Black-hearted elitist, I am, I am.

Posted by: Myrtle at May 9, 2008 6:09 PM

Definitely, Maybe was relatable and funny and non-formulaic.

Speaking of formulaic, isn't a romantic comedy supposed to end in a happily-ever-after? Or at least the hope of some sort of possibility?

Why yes, I am a sappy, hopeless romantic. I came out of that closet long ago.

Posted by: leuce7 at May 9, 2008 6:24 PM

Diaz in The Mask made the grade in my book.

frumpiefox, that's one of the most hilariously bizarre stories I've ever heard.

Midwest in the 20's, eh? Prohibition. Good thing your great-grandma wasn't boozing at the time, or she wouldn't have been able to get up and "regulate" her son's acquaintances.

Judge was probably hammered as shit though, flipping coins and checking his magic 8-ball. I wonder how many other people met their soul mates that day.

Posted by: Mick J at May 9, 2008 6:55 PM

I need to know who is going to be cast in this frumpiefox movie.

Posted by: greer at May 9, 2008 8:34 PM

I dunno, Illiana. They don't look that big in that picture. Push Bras, I'm told, can do wonders.

But seriously, meh. I've never found her all that attractive, funny, nor talented. Same for Angelina Jolie. I just don't get it.

Posted by: Armando at May 10, 2008 12:25 AM

2 Things, my sweet Pajoibs.
Frumple- As for that book/screenplay, I second that emotion. Sounds incredible. But who doesn't have a completely off-the-wall legal story in their family tree? I had a great-grandfather who was kicked out of Belgium for killing His Majesty's Rabbits. Maybe not as great for a movie.(Although hours of GTA4 lead me to dream that his immigrant story could be interesting)
One other thing- Sandra Bullock is not in this movie? I swear I spotted her creeping among the set pieces. I stood up and cursed her, I did. Scared the dogs, I did. Scared me mum, I did.
Then we had a conversation about how old ole Sandra is. Somehow it ended with us debating how old Billy Dee Williams is, (Don't question me about Lando Calrissian, I KNOW LANDO, 71)

Posted by: Tyranthesaurus Rex at May 10, 2008 12:58 AM

Whilst I can't get myself to Hollywood for a good old fashioned witch hunt, Nicholas Cage may still be here in Melbourne, Australia making his latest schlockfest and we don't have the death penalty in this country. I'm willing to do life in prison if it means no one ever has to sit through him and his rug 'acting' ever again. Oh yeah, I'll do it . . .

Posted by: TallulahBelle at May 10, 2008 2:59 AM

heee frumpiefox - I think there's unmined gold in OLD. My own tender, meek as hell Nana just threw down on my 'justice-first, feminist, scorpio-tiger' momma by revealing, at age 93, that she hooked up with my grampa after he divorced and lived with him in sin for fifteen years, and got pregnant with her without being married. Oh yeah - she was kicked out of her mega-religious family for it, and bonus! Momma has an older half sister from her dad's first marriage.

Minimal on the freak factor these days to us worldly types here at Pajiba, but if you knew my Nana, it was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on you. My mom is still spluttering and I don't think she'll call my Nans a 'doormat' ever again.

I don't think I'll ever feel depressed at my life now that I know what kinds of didoes these olden timers got up to. Fit wicked, really.

Posted by: replica at May 10, 2008 3:47 AM

After reading this review, I really only have one thing to say to this film:

What Happens In Vegas In My Pants.

And truly, nothing else.

Posted by: Paris at May 10, 2008 4:47 AM

I saw them on "S e e k i n g R i c h . c o m",too.Maybe they want make more new friends.You can contact them on that site.

Posted by: Susanna at May 10, 2008 9:23 AM

Somehow it ended with us debating how old Billy Dee Williams is, (Don't question me about Lando Calrissian, I KNOW LANDO, 71)

Doesn't matter. He's still smooth.

I now have a craving for Colt 45.

Posted by: Nicole at May 10, 2008 10:42 AM

Yes, and "you old smoothie" has never been more appropriate.

I had no idea he was even older than Harrison, but whatever those guys are doing, it's right. I did notice that John Hurt's only two years older than Harrison and is the Olde Wizened Professor in "Crystal Skull". But that way it's almost like getting two Bruttenholms this summer!

Posted by: Jay at May 10, 2008 11:26 AM

Tyranthesaurus Rex, funny that you should mention Sandra Bullock - I could see her in this type of movie.

This reminds me of a good interview I saw once with Andy Dick. The interviewer said something like; "Who in Hollywood would you be least surprised to learn is gay/lesbian"?
Andy immediately said "Sandra Bullock".

I know Andy is, well, a dick, but I thought he was right on the money with this one. I always felt Sandra has a very masculine energy. Just sayin'.

Posted by: StephanieS at May 10, 2008 1:12 PM

Sosumi: disliking romantic comedies has little to do with being elitist or over-intelluectualizing the film-watching experience.

It has more to do with the fact that 99.9% of romantic comedies dumb-down and over-simplify their female and male leads, while at the same time preaching to it's audience about the true meaning of love.

And least cheesy action films know what their purpose is; what with the gratuitous use of nudity and explosions.

I would sit through 10 hours of Seagal, Lundgren, and Van Damme, rather than 15 minutes of Diaz, Hudson, Heigl and the like.

"I've got it, why don't we make a film about a woman who, get this, is... a NEUROTIC BITCH! And a man who is... an IDIOTIC SLOTH! That is the most original idea ever ever ever!"

Posted by: Sarah at May 10, 2008 2:21 PM

Eastern Europeans who masturbate for you? Somebody get me Ben Stiller, Matthew McConohay(yeah I know I didn't spell his name right but he doesn't deserve the effort required to look it up), and Kate Hudson's agents. I'll have the title in 10 minutes and the script by Monday night.

Posted by: Dave at May 10, 2008 4:13 PM

Uranium-235? Check.

Don't need you to pick me up. I'll just air mail it (heh) to Hollywood aboard a Stud missile.

What? No, I meant it that way.

Posted by: bucdaddy at May 10, 2008 9:58 PM

Chick flicks suck. So do raunchy guy movies (i.e. most of the new National Lampoon's movies). But both genders inevitably use the other to get one another into bed. Trust me, I watched several of those damn titties and beer movies because I used to whore around with fraternity guys, hence I needed to if I wanted to hang around until 4 in the morning to score with the one of my choice (trust me, I can outdrink and sleep less than other girls). I've also had more than one guy suggest this formulaic chick flick shit to get into my goodies drawer, however, I generally politely declined. Now, I realize that the movies we watch to trick the other sex into bed is the same as the intercourse we get from those we HAVE to use the movies to get into bed: longer than we wanted, superficial, unsatisfying and leaves you with the overwhelming need to wash the guilt and shame off in the morning.

Posted by: Raye Raye at May 10, 2008 11:15 PM

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Posted by: linda at May 11, 2008 10:05 AM

I'll keep this brief as I am currently lacking the energy to perform even the simplest of spell checks: can someone at Pajiba please review Beaches?

Posted by: tacksnalla at May 11, 2008 2:51 PM

Twig, I have to disagree with you (though I do enjoy Ever After as well [minus Drew's too-cute affectations and haphazard 'accent']). The best crying scene ever is in Sense and Sensibility. It's also the best proposal scene, but that's only because of the amazing crying. It made me laugh till I cried.
What? Elitest? Me? Wherever did you get that idea...

Posted by: BiblioGeek at May 11, 2008 4:02 PM

Being John Malkovich is the only movie Cameron Diaz is in that doesn't make me want to punch my TV.

Posted by: Jessica at May 11, 2008 6:07 PM

"Twig, I have to disagree with you (though I do enjoy Ever After as well [minus Drew's too-cute affectations and haphazard 'accent']). The best crying scene ever is in Sense and Sensibility."

Bibliogeek, the two best crying scenes EVER both include Emma Thompson as far as I'm concerned. Above mentioned scene in S&S and her break down scene in Love, Actually. God, she's eight kinds of wonderful, she should cry in every film she's in - it should be contractual, damn it.

Posted by: TallulahBelle at May 11, 2008 9:15 PM

Apatow writes good jokes. Every preview for this movie I have just sat their staring blank faced like... where's the funny? Formula aside I'd watch anything with good writing. I wish Tina Fey wrote everything.

Posted by: Kevin at May 12, 2008 12:13 PM

Hey, say what you will. I took my girlfriend to see Speed Racer in IMAX and I still got laid. Her and I rarely agree on movies, but thankfully she decided to give this one a pass. I'm still not off the hook with Made of Honor though...SAVE ME ROBERT DOWNEY JR!! Everytime I look at the poster for this movie, I want to beat the smirk off of Ashton Kutcher's face, and donkey punch Cameron Diaz without the prerequisite sexual activity...I literally want to just sit on her back and punch her in the back of the head. Wow, I even scare myself sometimes.

Posted by: Mike R. at May 12, 2008 12:19 PM

Oh, and as for the release date portion of the formula, I'd like to point out another example of an "Epic Fail":

Release Date for Sex in The City: May 30th

Release Date for Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull: May 22nd

Result: Epic fail. Carrie and company suffer severe whippings and humiliation, Indy goes home with a smile and Number 1 at the box office for a second weekend in a row.

Posted by: Mike R. at May 12, 2008 12:27 PM





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