Jeesh. That looks terrible.
Buffista Movies 6: lies and videotape
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"Starring Dane Cook and Jessica Alba" was the first clue.
I have to say I don't get the whole Dane Cook thing. People seem to get so worked up over how bad he is, but - who the hell is he? Why do people care? I feel like I've missed some huge cultural moment or something, because he's never even pinged my radar in any way that would make him worth even getting aggravated about.
He had the best-selling comedy album since Steve Martin even though he (a) steals jokes but (b) still manages to be a terrible comedian. Reportedly his success was through canny use of MySpace.
Reportedly his success was through canny use of MySpace.
Ah. Maybe that explains it.
Wait, is he the one Joe Rogan is in some joke stealing feud with? No, wait, that's Carlos Mencia. I'm still so confused...
Joe Rogan complains about Cook too, but Mencia is the notorious feud, yes.
His delivery style (at least when his first few Comedy Central specials came out) is super-frenetic, which can give the illusion of hilarity. I find him frat-boyish and annoying.
Cook does make for a hilarious impersonation by Ike Barinholtz on MADtv.
For me the irritation is a combination of singsong vocal delivery, ADHD rambling material, the accounts of stolen jokes, and the smugness that rolls off him in waves in recent years. Oh, and the movie Waiting. Though I did like him when I first saw his act back in the 90s.
Hee--LotRLOLCat!
Huh. Anthony Minghella is directing a film adaptation of "The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency."
Precious Ramotswe has no blue steel pistol, just two desks, two chairs, a telephone and an old typewriter. Her tiny white van is incapable of high-speed chases and fiery stunts. Then there is Mma Ramotswe herself. (Mma is a local honorific.) Film sleuths usually exude chiseled sexiness and a noir persona. But as Mr. McCall Smith puts it, Precious Ramotswe is “the fat lady detective”: rounded, not chiseled; softhearted, not dark.
Would anyone watch a film about a “traditionally built” (as she puts it) shamus whose main preoccupation is contemplating her cases under an acacia tree?