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They're Finally Focking Running Out

By Brian Prisco | Posted Under Trailers | Comments (6)

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They’re milking that cat teat for all they can, and it looks like they’re finally coming up dry. They’ve released a New and Improved Little Fockers trailer, and it’s basically the original trailer with maybe three or four more unfunny scenes. Just like every movie they add three or four more unfunny actors. So now we’ve got Harvey Keitel, Laura Dern, and Jessica Alba joining the cast. I think this is a wise strategy: the actual 3 minute trailer consists solely of title cards with the cast’s names on it.

It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. It’s not meant for us. It’s meant for stupid people. People who belly laugh at mediocre sitcoms. Who ask for nothing more out of comedy than hearing that little “boing-boing” sound when someone gets hit in the balls.

I guarantee this will be approved by the Parents Council On Counting Swear Words — it’ll be a heartwarming family Christmas pic. And from the trailer, I see one act of severe violence, one act of child abuse, several instances of man on man kissing, and the coup de grace — a young child walking in on his grandfather getting shot in the erect penis with a needle by his father. Not to mention the fact that the title is one of those happy little EUPH, FUCKs that appeared on the chart.

Like it matters. They’ll keep pooping out Focker Flicks until someone dies.










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Comments

They’ll keep pooping out Focker Flicks until someone dies.

Is this a call to arms?

*looks around questioningly*

Does anybody else see Prisco asking us to kill one of these actors? Well, if he is, none of you can touch De Niro. The man is an icon and his live-through-mercy-killing-lottery-involving-cast-of-shitty-movies is good for LIFE, people.

Would they stop if I killed Owen Wilson? No? Okay, if I off Blythe Danner, do you think the overwhelming grief would stop Gwyneth's bourgoise rampage across our souls? Because that would be worth it even though I really like Mrs. Danner.

Posted by: Kballs at November 11, 2010 10:52 AM

I...don't know...what you're...talking about Kballs. Prisco would never condone such a thing.

*Shhh, everyone's meeting in the old abandoned warehouse near Stiller's house. Bring something blunt or stabby. Punch and Pie will be served.*

Posted by: Paultera at November 11, 2010 11:08 AM

Ahh, yes, of course. My previous comment was not the sentiment you were looking for. What I ACTUALLY said was:

Would they stop if I killed hugged Owen Wilson? No? Okay, if I beat-off Blythe Danner, do you think the overwhelming grief happiness would stop encourage Gwyneth's bourgoise rampage across beautiful cleansing of our souls? Because that would be worth it even though because I really like Mrs. Danner.

*wink*

Posted by: Kballs at November 11, 2010 11:17 AM

Kballs, smooth as eggs.

Posted by: Nieve The Threadkiller Queen at November 11, 2010 11:56 AM

"They’ll keep pooping out Focker Flicks until someone dies"

That would stop them? Ever the optimist.

Posted by: Pat C. at November 11, 2010 6:55 PM

Stiller has to go. That is the only solution, not that we advocate it. (But someone with acess to a Murdertank could probably pull it off easily.)

Posted by: Uriah Creep at November 11, 2010 10:00 PM