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YOURS, MINE, & OURS
Didn't
Steve Martin make this movie last year? Something about a baker's
dozen or just the twelve of us or something? Why did someone decide
to make it again? Were a couple of waiters from TGI Fridays sitting
around the coffee table in their studio apartment after their shifts
with a pad and paper saying, "If people liked a movie about a family
with twelve kids, they'll fucking love a movie about 17 kids!
They'll love it so much we won't even have to give that douchebag
Ashton Kutcher a call and sign him up! Man, we're smart! That
script-writing home-correspondence course we both took is finally
paying off for us big time! I can't wait to quit waiting tables!"
Come on, assholes. Not only has it been done before, but it was
really stupid the first time around anyway. If you people really
wanted to make this movie borderline watchable, it would either be a
family of hillbillies, circus folk/carnies, or mole people.
Judging by the commercials
I've seen, the entire movie revolves around their pet pot-bellied
pig. I don't understand the fascination with having a pig for a
pet. Of course, I don't really like cats either, but a pig is just
a little weird. Give the family a pet monkey. Why? Name one thing
that a monkey wouldn't make better. I bet you can't, and if you say
you can, you're lying. Everyone could use a monkey. You can dress
them up in little monkey tuxedos, get them to run around and smack
people in the ass, or teach them to smoke. Has anyone ever taught a
pot-bellied pig to smoke? Probably not, and that's only one way a
monkey is superior.
An easy way to tell if a
movie is horrible is if Steve Martin has been in it and it's no more
than 15 years old. Therefore, a movie based on a recent Steve
Martin movie will be exponentially worse. And you can probably
guess what this waste of time is about, but I'll tell you anyway.
Dennis Quaid and Rene Russo are both divorced with too many fucking
kids. This is because they believe condoms are the devil's
handiwork, and neither them nor their original spouses were smart
enough to get the rhythmic method of birth control down pat since it
would involve first-grade math and a calendar. Rene Russo also
adopted a bunch of her kids because she is trying to put together a
traveling musical act, like the Partridge Family. Their respective
spouses realize having that many children is bat shit crazy, so they
get the fuck out of there. Quaid and Russo, former high school
sweethearts (man, is that gay), run into each other while out
walking their kids one day, have a date, and secretly get married.
Now that the kids are forced to share one bathroom with another ten
people, they decide to break the parents up to get things back to
normal. Normal, in this case, is having only 10 brothers and
sisters as opposed to 17 or 18 or whatever and moving back into
their house shaped like a giant shoe. Their grand scheme consists
of a cow-pie fight, an elaborate system of pulleys, and putting sex
videos of the parents on the internet, telling each parent that the
other one was responsible. At some point, they will also paint a
white line down the middle of the house and claim sides like a bad
I Love Lucy episode. Once this plan succeeds, the kids
change their minds and want the parents to stay together. This is
because kids don't know what the fuck they want which is why they're
stupid. The kids trick both parents into meeting up with
each other at a water park, drug them both with roofies, and after
the parents wake up naked drifting in the lazy river, they put the
past behind them, get back together, and the movie ends happily with
the family dining on their pet pig for Christmas.
You should probably ignore
the previous paragraph because after reading it over I realized I
made it sound way cooler (relatively) than the movie probably is.
Maybe if Randy Quaid was in it instead of the lesser Dennis, it
would haven been... nah, it would still really suck. |
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