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Trailers | November 7, 2008 | Comments (39)


We’re gonna start this morning with an old-style mini round-up, because none of these three items deserve their own post. First up, Expendables is another move written and directed by that bastion of subtlety and nuance, Sylvester Stallone. The movie is about three men who are sent to infiltrate a South American country and overthrow its ruthless dictator to liberate the population. Their team is “expendable,” hired to do jobs that no one else can or will. It’s a think piece.

But here’s the kind of cool part: Those three men will be played by Sylvester Stallone, Jet Li, and … Jason motherfucking Statham. There’s little hope that The Expendables will actually be decent, but then again, Jason Statham rarely stars in good movies. That somehow doesn’t stop them from being any less entertaining. The man could liven up an orthodontist appointment. Hell, I’d let him punch out my teeth if it meant hanging out in the doctor’s office with him. He’d totally go batshit on the water cooler. It’d be awesome.

Moving on: Jack Black is going to star as the title character in a big-screen version of Jonathon Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels. Haha! That’s funny cause he’s fat. It’ll be another one of those goddamn modern re-imaginings — Black will play a travel writer who goes to the Bermuda and encounters civilizations unlike his own. Like a civilization of horses. Like an island of tiny people. Haha! It’s funny cause he’s fat. Nicholas Stoller (Forgetting Sarah Marshall) will pen the screenplay and Rob Letterman (Shark Tale) will direct. It stopped being funny.

Finally, to what the headline referred to — how is this for an awesome cast: Steve Martin, Lily Tomlin, John Cleese, Jean Reno, and Emily Mortimer? Sounds like a movie you’d pay to see, am I right? Well, what if I told you that the name of the movie was The Pink Panther 2?

You stopped reading didn’t you?

Here’s the ungodly painful trailer, and note the pronunciation of “Hamburger.” Oh, how you will laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh:

One last note: Yesterday’s Butthole Day was one helluva success, folks. In the comments section of that post alone, there were 335 butthole mentions. I’ve never felt so proud in my life. And more importantly, neither has Mrs. Pajiba-hyphenate. And her family. And my old high-school teachers. I can’t thank you all enough for helping make Butthole Day the rousing success it was. I think I might cry.

Butthole Day is over, of course, but that doesn’t mean that all the inappropriate, nonsensical butthole outbursts have to stop. I think yesterday reminded many of us that when the odds are stacked against you, when the cards aren’t in your favor, and when things are at their absolute worst, the best thing to do in that situation is butthole.

Thanks.


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Comments

It took me longer to read this then it should have. I had to keep scrolling back up to look at the Statham. I thought that the reference to hamburger had to do with Statham being a damn tasty piece of manmeat. I'm going to keep thinking that this is the case since he is and since I don't believe in The Pink Panther 2.

Posted by: Dangle McGee at November 7, 2008 9:28 AM

Who plays a better Gulliver, Jack Black or Ted Danson?

Ah, Steve Martin. Let's remember better days, shall we?
"Not so fast El Guapo! Or I'll pump you so full of lead you'll be using your dick for a pencil!"

Posted by: branded at November 7, 2008 9:33 AM

That Pink Panther shit looks shittier than the first shitty pile of Pink Panther shit.

Is it shit day? methinkso.

Ah, Steve Martin. How you do break my heart sometimes.

Posted by: wsapnin at November 7, 2008 9:34 AM

As much as I love Jason Statham (I saw Death Race in theaters on opening night--THAT'S true love, folks), his ability to make any movie entertaining depends entirely on his ability to be a total badass in the movie. I learned this important piece of information when I purchased London from a dollar store bin because his name was on the cover. His character in that movie is not a badass. He is boring and kind of pathetic. Of course, it doesn't help that everyone else in the movie is also boring and pathetic. Actually, the whole film was boring and pathetic, so...yeah.

But the worst part? Statham didn't throw a single punch. Nor did he remove his shirt for any reason. Blasphemy.

Posted by: Bethany at November 7, 2008 9:35 AM

Oh Steve.

I'm going to go read Shopgirl again and pretend the past few years never happened.

Posted by: Cindy at November 7, 2008 9:44 AM

I want to lick Jason Statham's abs. That is all.

Posted by: lizzieborden at November 7, 2008 9:48 AM

"In a way, each of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be the actual El Guapo!"

Posted by: Dangle McGee at November 7, 2008 9:50 AM

Statham needs to do another movie in which he is somehow forced to fight martial-arts style while completely covered in oil, just like in the first Transporter.

That was the exact moment when I fell in love with him.

(They can change it up; it doesn't have to be motor oil again--he can fight in a kitchen and it can be olive oil or something. I'm not an unreasonable woman.)

Posted by: Jerce at November 7, 2008 9:53 AM

I saw that Statham photo attached to this post, and I was hoping that he was going to punch Steve Martin's Clouseau in the moustache. Then, when Clouseau attempted some kind of pseudo-witty remark, he'd punch him again. And again.

Then he'd do some push-ups, and punch him one more time, for good measure. At which point Clouseau's moustache would remove itself from his bloody upper lip and run away while the Stath flexed.

Posted by: Sean at November 7, 2008 9:53 AM

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Posted by: admin at November 7, 2008 9:55 AM

Pink Panther Redux got a sequel? What the fuck is going on in Hollywood? I thought we were in the coldly cynical age that had the market completely figured out and force-fed us tripe that we went and saw in spite of ourselves. This seems more like something out of the drug-addled 70s where most of the movie choices didn't make any sense.

Posted by: Eep at November 7, 2008 9:55 AM

I read this sentence quickly:

Finally, to what the headline referred to -- how is this for an awesome cast: Steve Martin, Lily Tomlin, John Cleese, Jean Reno, and Emily Mortimer?

And thought that it said Janet Reno instead of Jean Reno.

Posted by: windowbird at November 7, 2008 9:58 AM

"...Those three men will be played by Sylvester Stallone, Jet Li, and ... Jason motherfucking Statham...I'm THERE, opening MOTHERFUCKIN' night.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at November 7, 2008 10:01 AM

Jason Statham in the morning. Rawr!!! Count me in. How am I supposed to concentrate all day at work here?

3 weeks until Transporter 3! He takes his shirt off and uses. It. To. Fight. I mean, come on! Does it get any better than that?

Posted by: shelleyh at November 7, 2008 10:03 AM

I see that Cato has been re-imagined as a pair of precocious children. How about that.

"Let me bring you up to speed. We know nothing. You are now up to speed." OK I laughed, a little.

Posted by: sansho1 at November 7, 2008 10:03 AM

Wait? It's NOT Janet Reno? I just went back and reread it, too.

Actually, NONE of the Pink Panther movies were any good (I'm talking to you Peter Sellers). Does anyone even remember that the Pink Panther was a diamond, and not the detective, in the original movie?

Posted by: BWeaves at November 7, 2008 10:16 AM

"Pink Panther II"?

Dear God,

You have let me live too long. You know what to do.

Thanks.

Your humble servant on Earth,

Posted by: bucdaddy at November 7, 2008 10:28 AM

Guilty pleasure #4,345: The Pink Panther remake. TRUE, it is not a hair on the mustache of Sellers; but if you separate it from the classics it was actually pretty funny. (The Deleted Scenes made it even more so.)

And yes, you can call me crazy, but I'm looking forward to the next one, ESPECIALLY because of the cast. While I'm a little disappointed Kevin Kline won't be back, I'm hoping the explaination for Cleese being Dreyfus is because Clouseau stresses him out so goddamn much that he aged incredibly fast. Anything else would be shit.

To try and further a little Pajiba cred, I will confess my love for the film "Good Night, and Good Luck." It made the Obama mini-infomercial (not the 30 minute one, the one on satelite TV that had a whole channel running it 24/7) that much more rewarding when I heard David Strathairn's voice narrating. He's like the white Morgan Freeman.

Posted by: Mike R. at November 7, 2008 10:34 AM

Oh, and surprised you forgot to mention Jason Statham was in The Pink Panther remake himself. Talk about synergy!

Posted by: Mike R. at November 7, 2008 10:37 AM

Mike R., are you really disappointed that Kevin Kline is not going to be in that Pink Panther shithole? (see how I combined "shit" with "butthole"?)

I am ecstatic that he had the decency not to soil his cred any further. And he probably needed the job more than those role-whores already cast.

Posted by: wsapnin at November 7, 2008 10:56 AM

I remember when the Pink Panther (1, Shot in the Dark and Return ..I think) movies were the funniest things I'd ever seen. Then the follow-ups, eeeeh degenerated into all sorts of stupidity.
In my opinion Police Squad (the series) and The Naked Guns (all of them) were the unrecognized heirs to the funny gauntlet laid down in 1963.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at November 7, 2008 11:00 AM

Kevin Kline is married to Phoebe Cates. He "needs" nothing foolish mortals could possibly offer.

Posted by: firedmyass at November 7, 2008 11:01 AM

OK, so I wrote my previous comment without actually watching the trailer. So the pink panther diamond is actually the plot then? rehash, rehash, butthole, rehash, rehash, hamburger, gleet.

Posted by: BWeaves at November 7, 2008 11:42 AM

For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us.

Again, I will be 33 in a couple of weeks.

I am EXPECTING my SWEATER.

Posted by: Jay at November 7, 2008 11:49 AM

MmmmMmmmMMMMMmmmmmMMMM. Jason Motherfucking Statham.

I think I need to have a little marathon of Jason Motherfucking Statham's films this weekend. Alone. (Well, not entirely alone. My vibrator counts as company, right? I mean, since it has a name and all [Hernando, in case you were wondering].)

Posted by: Anna von Beaverplatz at November 7, 2008 12:10 PM

There's only one thing that could make everything better after that mini-roundup:

Butthole.

Butthole.

Butthole.

Feeling better already...

Posted by: Macafee at November 7, 2008 12:10 PM

I want to lick Jason Statham's abs. That is all.

Apparently the Axe Mistress and I share a brain. My GOD, that man is made of lust and orgasms and wishing stars.

More Statham? YES, PLEASE.

P.S. - Steve Martin no longer exists in my world.

Posted by: Nicole at November 7, 2008 1:19 PM

How did I miss this?

My vibrator counts as company, right? I mean, since it has a name and all [Hernando, in case you were wondering].

Does that make your vagina Hernando's Hideaway?

Posted by: Nicole at November 7, 2008 1:21 PM

Hmmmmm.... Harald "One Night at McCool's" Zwart is directing... Is it possible something that looks this bad could end up being a flawed but underrated gem?

Posted by: Eep at November 7, 2008 1:21 PM

Well played Nicole, made me snort I was laughing so hard. I also thought of a song...

I put you in my cooter every night...
so long so white.....Hernando
8 D cell batteries to work it right
that's why I'm not tight....Hernando

Posted by: Rubble44 at November 7, 2008 2:06 PM

Are you old enough to make that joke, Nicole?

Posted by: Jay at November 7, 2008 2:19 PM

I put you in my cooter every night...
so long so white.....Hernando
8 D cell batteries to work it right
that's why I'm not tight....Hernando

I'm supposed to hear that to the tune of Barry fuckin' Manilow, right? Because if not... oh god.

Nicole! This: Apparently the Axe Mistress and I share a brain. My GOD, that man is made of lust and orgasms and wishing stars. is why I heart you. I am officially changing my name to Axe Mistress, too.

Posted by: Axe Mistress at November 7, 2008 2:30 PM

Kevin Kline is married to Phoebe Cates. He "needs" nothing foolish mortals could possibly offer.

Damn skippy.

Posted by: Vermillion at November 7, 2008 3:04 PM

I'm supposed to hear that to the tune of Barry fuckin' Manilow, right? Because if not... oh god.

No, that's "Fernando".

Which begs the question: what Barry Manilow are you thinking of?

Posted by: Jay at November 7, 2008 3:08 PM

Ah, that's it! OK, so I was hearing Fernando, but I was seeing Copa Cabana in my head. And I knew it wasn't Copa Cabana, but I couldn't quite place it, hence the Barry. Gah.

Yeah, I know. I don't know, either.

Posted by: lizzieborden at November 7, 2008 3:26 PM

And Andy Garcia and Alfred Molina? WHY?

Whoever keeps green lighting this shit is a real butthole.

Posted by: Nadha at November 7, 2008 3:37 PM

Ok if I were Jean Reno I would kick Steve Martin's ass for that insane "french" accent. Also, hamburger..seriously? *that* is your recurring joke?

Posted by: Mona at November 7, 2008 6:58 PM

Those fine actors wasting their thespian air on that piece of Panther crap could be better used elsewhere. Might I suggest Pajiba: The Musical - packed full of tunes all about boobs, self-denigration and penises.

Posted by: Goldie at November 8, 2008 2:33 PM

Yet another Steve Martin 2.0 production. I won't watch his new films. I act as though they do not exist.

Posted by: ed bell at November 8, 2008 8:29 PM





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