It started out as a simple joke. A ribald suggestion that three grown men sit through a movie clearly assembled by soulless corporate executives for tween girls and their sexually frustrated fathers. What followed was an hour and forty minutes of Technicolor horror brighter than the light of a thousand exploding suns. Plus, Jon Voight in a prosthetic nose. For no reason! No reason! It’s understandable doing some marketing-driven junk movie if you’re donating the money to charity or want another speedboat, buy why would you agree to put on a stupid nose every morning Jon? Why? It makes no sense. And can we stop forcing real elephants to do stupid circus tricks in movies? For Christ’s sake, leave them alone. It’s depressing. BFF! (IMDb)
TO SYNC WITH MOVIE: Start this commentary 10 seconds after starting movie.
Todd, now you’re just being childish…
And I thought Shannon was gonna do this one with you guys, and spew estrogen-fueled hatred at it.
Think I’m going to skip this one. Putting myself through torture is not a way to spend an evning.
That was a pretty nice meltdown there at the end. I expect my letter soon…
I pardon you Todd.
Haha! Ahaha! Hell yeah, this was great! I was laughing just as hard as Skelton during Stee’s raging rant. The shame of it all was that I made myself sit through the movie on YouTube before I listened to the commentary, just so that I understood what you guys were talking about.
Honestly, though. You’re right. I could think of nobody better to review this movie than the Film Pigs. You guys are hysterical. The Bratz may rule the school, but you guys ruled this commentary.