I Have Hair on My Balls and I Sell Cars
The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard basically proves what happens when you take damn near every scene-stealing bitch from the last 3 years of comedies (including Jeremy Piven) and combine them with half the correspondents from “The Daily Show.” Unfortunately, putting funny people on the same set and asking them to deliver profanities doesn’t always make for the best viewing. You can’t just combine a series of bit-part comedians into a movie and expect gold. Hell, you can’t steal scenes if you have no one to steal them from.
That’s pretty much what The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard looks like: An incoherent mess of R-rated comedy from actors trying to outdo each other all stuck to the meat of a bad 80s comedy plotline. It makes for a decent trailer, but I have very little hope for the full-length movie:
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