Our Idiot Weather


 by Eric J Baker

As you read these words, I am either dead, in jail, or lying in a Bangkok hotel room minus a kidney.

Wait… that was last weekend. Right now, I’m either laughing at the Weather Channel people for making a big deal out of nothing, or I’m sitting in the dark with the power off and wondering what the hell I’m going to eat for the next three days, or I’m being washed away by the deluge of Hurricane Irene, lamenting for the final time that I passed on a threesome with those two blonde chicks in 1991. But fuck if I’m going to lead this story with a boring satellite photo of a storm called “Irene.” This Irene is Irene Hoek, a playmate from the Euro edition of Playboy:

A hot shirtless babe. Sorry, Str8s call them 'topless.' But that word reminds us of a drunk, horny, unlucky bottom in West Hollywood on a Saturday night after the bars have closed.

If I had created Eve instead of letting God do it, you can bet she would have looked a lot like this. Then I would have stabbed Adam in the neck with an ice pick and set about wrecking Eden properly. My apologies, by the way, to the vast majority of our readers who do not find such images appealing. It’s just that I and the apparently one other straight man who follow this blog found Tuttle’s lead photo from Wednesday to be a bit jarring, so I was promised a bunny as compensation for my pain and suffering and I’m cashing in. Besides, I might be drowning right now, and you wouldn’t deny a drowning man one last piece of eye candy, would you?

Paul Rudd with Seth Rogen and pals in Vanity Fair. No, those aren't fat suits.

Before all the meteorological mayhem made its way to the garden state, I managed to catch a showing of the new Paul Rudd dramedy, Our Idiot Brother, which opened Friday. The slim plot involves a happy-go-lucky but burnt-out pothead, Ned (Rudd), with nowhere to go following the end of an eight-month prison sentence for selling weed. His bitchy ex-girlfriend wants nothing to do with him, so he drops in on his unsuspecting and unwelcoming family, alternately crashing with each of his three sisters and turning their lives upside down in the process.

First up is Liz (Emily Mortimer), a frumpy mother of two whose husband doesn’t want to fuck her anymore (not that I blame him, she’s so whiney). In an effort to prove she’s a stock character in a dysfunctional-family comedy, she makes her young son study interpretive dance instead of karate and becomes upset whenever he laughs (because repressed people think laughing is bad for you, I guess). Seriously, can we call a moratorium on the overeducated-parent-who-won’t-let-the-kid-be-a-kid cliché in indie films? It’s almost as played out as the word “epic” and allegedly funny car-insurance commercials. Anyway, Ned foolishly makes the kid smile, precipitating the tearing apart of the unhappy family.

It wasn't Irene that has made "Idiot" tank, or the idiotic plot. It's Rudd in a beard.

Then comes Miranda, played by Elizabeth Banks – who brings much-needed charisma and energy to the film, despite her character being a shrew. She’s an ambitious reporter working on her first big story, which Ned sort-of screws up (by being ethical). After that, it’s off to sister number three, Natalie (Zooey Deschanel), a bisexual woman with a voracious sexual appetite, or so we are told. Ned has nothing to do with her cheating on her lover, but he’s blamed anyway.

Paul Rudd is his usual charming, likeable self and gets most of the laughs as Ned, but that isn’t quite enough to carry a feature film. I wanted My Idiot Brother to be a raunchy, unpredictable farce, but it was more like a highly sentimental, totally predictable feel-good flick with a few misplaced f-bombs and comic nude scenes thrown in to avoid a PG-13 rating.

We're in a good mood. Here's another of Irene Hoek with an improbably placed right foot, which might have something to do with the child's bike wheel strapped around her thigh.

The film’s big flaw is that all three sisters are bitchy, selfish, and unlikable, treating Ned like garbage while self-inflicting the damage to their lives. If I were Ned, I’d have robbed their bank accounts, stolen their jewelry, and fled town. Eh, but people expect that from me, what with my shaved head and scowl. I’m nothing like Paul Rudd, who I recently described here as John Cusack’s little brother. Then again, when my significant other read that, she stiffened and responded with, “Paul Rudd is nothing like John Cusack.” I could tell by the way the word “Cusack” caressed her tongue that I had crossed the line regarding the Cult of John and was lucky to get out alive.

For reals, women… what the hell is it with that guy, and why are you like a beehive with your single-minded, collective, unquestioning love? It’s like that episode of Fantasy Island when the guy asked Mr. Roarke to make him impossibly irresistible to all women. Boy, did he learn his lesson! The lesson was: There’s only one Cusack. He probably also learned that Mr. Roarke and Tattoo were two of the creepiest and most ethically challenged characters in the history of television, but that’s a different story.

A cruel, utterly gratuitous pic from sarahjessicaparkerlookslikeahorse.com.

No, this story is about mildly amusing but disappointing comedies, death by hurricane, and collectivism. Just as women are collectively horny for Cusack and Democrats collectively hate Sarah Palin, straight men are collectively repelled by Sarah Jessica Parker. I am one myself and can’t explain it, but I do know that I involuntarily jerked back into my theater seat when the trailer for her new chick flick, I Don’t Know How She Does It, appeared on the screen. In it she plays a harried woman trying to balance a career and a family whilst the people around her live lives of boundless leisure, much to her comedic chagrin.

This premise is one magic ring and four hobbits away from being total fantasy, but I wouldn’t expect a multimillionaire actress/producer to realize that, since she is so far removed from the world of working people. Adding to my repulsion was the conceit of the film, which appears to be that Ms. Parker can stop the action and talk directly to the audience while the scene around her is paused. God, I hope they do a midnight showing on whatever day it comes out. I can’t wait much longer.

I’d say it looks like the crappiest movie of the year, but that’s just because I’m a man and it’s Sarah Jessica Parker. Plus, I’d be doing a grave disservice to A Very Harold and Kumar 3D Christmas, the trailer for which I’ve seen twice now and looks to be a shoe-in for sweeping the Razzies next February. It’s one of those trailers that makes the theater audience go, “What the ffffffff…” before their mouths fall open and their heads tilt in utter befuddlement. If a clip editor can’t cobble together two minutes of coherent material from a 90-minute movie, the flick is in trouble. It’s as if the studio asked Lloyd Kaufman of Troma Films and Toxic Avenger fame (?) to direct a 30-million-dollar movie.  Just get a load of this future holiday classic:

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngIMH6J43UI&w=560&h=345]

Ah, shit. I was about to tell you about the time I overheard Lloyd Kaufman talking to someone in a hotel and how, based on his conversation, I don’t think he has the remotest clue his movies are unwatchable drek. But my rowboat is taking on water and I need to start bailing, so we’ll do that another time. Wish me luck!

Eric rates Our Idiot Brother as: 

Comments: 6

  • Pure Film Creative August 28, 20115:12 pm

    I have no further comment on the Hollywood crap machine other than to say that chick flicks are cheap and make money, esp. those starring SJP, and the Harold and Kumar franchise is likewise pretty lucrative. I have never been gay enough to appreciate SJP, but Matthew Broderick clearly is. To be honest, the huh? trailer is so bad that teen boys who raid their parents’ medicinal weed stash might even go for it. Or maybe I’m not giving teens enough credit.

    • oldancestor August 29, 201112:42 am

      I hope you’ve never been in enough of a self-destructive mood to watch a Lloyd Kaufman movie, but I have, and this Harold and Kumar trailer really captures that vibe, only with better production values.

  • James Tuttle August 29, 201110:25 pm

    I’m glad you made it through kind-of-Tropical Storm Irene and I really must say that your naked Euro-playmate is worth about ten of my hunky guys in underwear. I think I’ll have to up the stakes this week. hmmm.
    Love the article! Paul Rudd is great and I’m sorry more people didn’t come to see the film opening weekend. I couldn’t because Emily Mortimer and I were at Oxford at the same time and the fact that she’s now playing a frumpy mother of two makes me feel rather old.
    Finally, you and Killough can try to stable My Little Pony Parker as much as you like, she’s still a hero to us fashionista gays for having the audacity to wear stupidly fashionable outfits all those years on Sex & the City.
    Can’t wait to see what the hell you come up with next!

    • oldancestor August 30, 201112:15 am

      Thanks for reading, though I think your post a couple months ago that contained numerous groups shots of shirtless men qualifies as a preemptive strike. Still, if you feel challenged to up the stakes, I encourage you to do your worst.

      Paul Rudd is cool (“I love you, man” was a silly movie I couldn’t help but like), and I’ve seen Emily Mortimer not be frumpy in recent films. Her performance was fine. It was just a lame character.

      I know what you mean about feeling old. A tall, attractive 23-year-old woman hugged me the other day and I was in a good mood for 4 hours afterward. How sad.

      As for SJP, I wish her continued success with her brand. I just don’t go down that particular aisle in the entertainment mart, you know what I mean?

      • Pure Film Creative August 30, 201112:20 am

        I agree with Tuttle re Irene, she is a looker, although heavily photoshopped, which always makes me feel a bit queasy, like I’m standing in a confectioners. But don’t listen to Tuttle re Parker: he’s the one who told me about sarahjessicaparkerisahorse.com.

      • oldancestor August 30, 20114:21 pm

        If that playmate had skin that perfect, we’dbe trying to clone her. Since our paths willnever cross, I can buy into the fantasy that she is that hot.

        All joking aside, that SJP/Horse picture is pretty cruel. What did that horse ever do to us?

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