Oh, it’s gone monthly now…
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Great poster. Can’t wait for the movie. But take a step back…
This also resembles what you’d see if you took a blacklight to a comic book geek’s bedsheets.
(Myself not necessarily excluded.)
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It’s weird that a Robert Redford movie with a cast this good is flying under the radar. Maybe it’s the poster! I mean, Young Gary Sinise looks just fine in his 1800s costume, but sweet Jesus what did they do to Robin Wright with their evil evil Photoshop machine? Remember in The Princess Bride, when she was described as the most beautiful woman in the world? Did that anger someone at Photoshop headquarters? To the point where they made her look like Javier Bardem in No Country For Old Men?
Also, somehow Justin Long got in this movie.
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Japanese anime Anne Hathaway!
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Val Kilmer, upper right corner.
Looks like the MGM lion.
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These posters accidentally got printed up without the tagline they obviously wanted to use:
“You’re screwed.”
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You guys understand that movie posters are supposed to make us want to see the movie, right? What part of this poster is meant to have that effect?
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Bald guy with knife: Brilliant facial expression. Hey guy, didn’t anybody let you know you were about to be photographed?
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From this poster, I can tell that Nick Swardson will talk in a funny accent, that Rob Schneider will make an extended cameo with an even funnier accent, that there will be an under-written idealized role for a pretty young actress, that there will be several extras with huge fake boobs, that those three friends of Adam Sandler’s who can’t act will be in it, that there will be a hilarious appearance from someone who was most famous in the 1980s, and that there will be instances of crotch battery.
It’s a Happy Madison production. Comes with the territory.
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Oh, I like this poster, I really do, not least because it reminds me of this one…
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Normally, pictures of Jennifer Aniston make me want to immediately have sex with Jennifer Aniston, but for some reason this picture does not inspire that Pavlovian response.
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Apparently, not a Ron Jeremy biopic.
Oh, and I hate to be Mister Literal, but bad news, ladies: That’s a cat.
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I do. Photoshop. Lots and lots of Photoshop.
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“In theaters soon.” = False advertising.
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Dermot Mulroney: “Why am I dressed up like Keith Olbermann circa 1992?”
Hope Davis: “Why is there Chi McBride on my tree?”
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Last month Salvation Boulevard made a showing in this space with a truly atrocious poster…
Yet this one is worse.
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I’m sorry. What? Is this even a movie?
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I read this article in New York Magazine this week, a truly chilling survey of what we’re sending to other nations, movie-wise, and what they seem to want from us. That’s all I can think of when I look at these posters, awkward (and stupid) transpositions of the American versions of the Smurf pioneers invading Manhattan soil.
Rest comfortable, xenophobes and paranoiacs. They’ll never destroy us. Who else would supply them with movies this terrible?
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Well, this movie being completely predictable and nothing resembling original, I’m guessing that poor, sweet, lovely Rosario Dawson has to kiss Kevin James in his face. Which is probably like kissing uncooked pizza dough, at best.
Also, this movie exists. That’s the definition of unfortunate.
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