I Just Blue Myself. Again.
We’ve known for a long time that there has been a Blue Man Group movie in the works, and when we first learned of it, I rued that The Blue Man Group, along with Stomp, represented — to me — some weird bougie bullshit, a way to extract $250 out of people who lived in McMansions and offer them some misguided belief that they were experiencing culture. My ass. I’d still like to take a Jolly Green Giant boot to their collective ass.
So, anyway: It’ll be one of those 3-D IMAX experiences, because everyone knows that Blue is best experienced with red-and-yellow 3D glasses. But now we know that it’s not actually going to be a standard Blue Man stage performance. No sir. David Russo has been tapped to direct. I have no idea who that is, but he directed The Immaculate Conception of Little Dizzle, which also doesn’t ring any bells. But get this: The movie is going to have plot. And you’re going to wish that it didn’t after you hear the premise, according to Variety:
The comedy will be about “the Blue Men entering the brain of a socially and creatively congested person and observing his neural patterns and his habitual brain functions and memory and altering it in a way that helps him bring his inside life outside.”
Woah. Don’t take the blue pill. What the hell does that even mean? Are those blue motherfuckers going to jump up and down around in some dude’s skull? Cause that’s not cool. Maybe it’s going to be a sequel to The Hangover.
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