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Michael Cera as . . . Michael Cera channeling his inner Tyler Durden with the goal not of collapsing the global economy, but of (le sigh) attracting a girl who thinks he's a twerp. Feh.

The line for people who need a hug because their pet intellectual property was made into a shitty movie starts over there. The coffee, donuts, and itchy wool blankets are provided free of charge by the Association of Filmmakers who Fail to Understand the Source Material.

It's all the more tragic when the pillaged property isn't a masterpiece to begin with, requiring a once in a lifetime confluence of mad genius and stellar alignment to pull off, but rather is a reasonably good work that could be a reasonably good movie with only a modicum of effort and taste.

On a side note, can we please (unless you are a 98 year-old woman from Baton Rouge talking about pork ribs in 1962) begin developing a timeframe by which we can retire the "I loves me some ____" trope?

I've never seen a shitty trailer for a good movie.
I've rarely seen a good trailer for a shitty movie.
Teasers are designed to show little to none of the movie, and therefore might risk misrepresentation more readily than trailers, and yet the results are much the same.

Conclusion? Yep...go ahead and trust your instincts; if that brown, gooey pile that you're about to step in smells like shit, it probably isn't strawberry shortcake.

Aw, Laredo, but I loves me some tropes!

To clarify, perhaps unnecessarily, my statements reflect not on how well the trailer was made, on how good it was as a short film, but rather on whether or not the trailer makes the movie look like it will be good.

A trailer is like a piece of cinematic poetry. It uses the fewest "words" to convey the most meaning, and thus every little bit counts in delivering an efficient and compelling message. It's designed to sell the story, not to tell the story. Or should be. The first trailer for Where the Wild Things Are had a beginning, middle, and an end. It had a catchy, bouncy tune with an appropriate message vis-a-vis the film, and a tonal changeup at the climax, and some evocative title cards to counterpoint the visuals. The bizarre meter and halting cadence of a lot of trailers astonishes me, to say nothing of the haphazard manner in which many trailers reveal too much about the film.

The trailer for Stardust led me to believe that the film would be decent and it was.

The only good thing about this trailer is "Timebomb" by the Old 97's.

With all respects to laredo, I gotta say I "do not loves me some" Michael Cera. not even a little part. He squeezes out dialogue like Grampa squeezes out a turd after a weekend red meat binge. The only attraction I can see is his inherent punchability. I think he is only popular with the Twilight-indulged young gurls because they know they can take him down after they tire of him. He is a short bus bunny in the headlights of the oncoming Murder Tank. I hope the shark eats him when he jumps it. I hope it eats him right in his just dropping balls.

Whew. Wow. It's nice to have my keyboard back and a peaceful moment alone with it finally. I feel much better now.

the lack of wit in that just made my lungs go on strike, my heart went from being stony to angry and my testicles just decided they wanna fall in love... this trailer made my body make all the wrong decisions...

where is the snark when its needed?

i cant even summon it to say something good that trailer is too sunny but no shadows

Can you really blame Michael Cera for being Michael Cera? The director/producer/studio/whoever clearly wanted a 'Michael Cera type', then went and got one.

Ah yes, this is one of the movies I constantly hear was a mistake for Cera to be cast/miscast in.

A big giveaway it's got a weird role to live up to is that it's an R rated film. Should we expect more because it won't be a twee PG13 fest?

Did someone say channeling Tyler Durden? I am chastised: I thought it was Steve Urkle.

I am reading this book solely because of this review, and I have to say, I am loving it as much as you can love a book where the main character picks the worst possible choice out of every situation.

I will admit I watched the trailer first, but as I started reading, every awkward pause from Cera immediately fizzled into nothingness, and now, having finished the first two books, I will say that every single character looks miscast, except for Lance. I imagined Mrs. Twisp to be a Jennifer Coolidge type, Jerry to be a (taller) Danny Devito, Sheeni to be any hottie from any 80s horror movie, and Nick himself to be Jesse Eisenberg, who is also a twee hoodie heartthrob, but at least looks like he could be converted to the dark side a little more than Cera.

C'mon casting directors.