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Guilty Feet Have Got No Rhythm

By Brian Prisco | Trailers | August 24, 2009 | Comments ()


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I'm kind of nauseous right now. I feel like someone slipped me a laxative colada and then strung me upside down and beat me with pipes on the stomach until I began hemorrhaging from my anus like a melted banana-split fountain as my innards liquefied and fell out my mouth.

You know how you know something's gonna be bad, and you steel yourself for it, because you know it's coming, but when it finally arrives, it's so much worse than you possibly imagined? Like the death of a precious sibling, or the final gasping breaths of an elderly asthmatic. Or when they run out of bacon bits at the salad bar. It just hurts. It hurts so much.

This movie is like the Armenian Genocide. What they've done to one of the funniest, sickest, delightfully twisted books is a bowel-clenching atrocity, it outrages and disgusts me. But you, you just don't know, because you probably haven't read C.D. Payne's brilliant series. You're probably muttering "There ain't no country called Armenia." Not anymore, pal.

You'll see this trailer, and you'll think it's just another generic, mildly harmless teen comedy. Oh, look, prep school boys trying to get with pretty girls. Another meek nerd falls for a pretty girl who he can't have but might end up with anyway. And I hate you. It's not your fault. It's like a five year old dropping the n-word. They don't know any better. But you're still disgusted with them.

Just watch. And the worst part is, you just won't care.



Nick Twisp is supposed to be a smartass. The entire series is written as journal entries from the mind of a loser who thinks he's Rico fucking Suave. He's cocky, sneaky, deceptive, shady, smarmy, and a complete fucking tool. He's Eddie Haskell if he was trying to get into The Beav's Mom's The Beav. And people hate him. His family hates him. His dog hates him. His friends become his worst enemies. He's the scum of the earth, and I love every "getting caught masturbating" moment of his life.

I don't know whether to blame Gustin Nash for blowing his Charlie Bartlett paycheck on crap-adapting a precious tome. I don't know whether to hate Miguel Arteta for blandicizing gold. But I do know to blame Michael Cera. The rest of the cast appears to be spot on: I love me some Jean Smart, and Zach G. is a good guy. And they've also got Steve Buscemi playing a creep, and hopefully Justin Long channeling some Brandon St. Randy as Paul Saunders. But Cera is so wrong. Like Thanksgiving dinner table handjob from your grandma wrong. Into the mashed potatoes. I haven't been this disgusted since they digitally douched Hayden Christensen into the reimaged Return of the Jedi.

I will not forgive this movie. My only hope is to make you all run out and buy copies of Youth in Revolt and read them. And again, it's not a life changing book. It's not brilliant scathing critique on society. It's probably more like Porky's for the dorkset. But goddammit, it'll give you a fucking chuckle. Moreso than this cinematic abortion.

Fire up the Murdertank, motherfuckers. Daddy's got a Maple Leaf to burn.







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