Here’s yet another batch of ill-fitting movie posters and my snug little commentary. (I said “snug”, not ”smug.” Because of the “ill-fitting”? Aw, forget it.) Anyway, let’s get into this thing.
It’s early in the month yet, so if August sees more posters worth adding, I’ll add them. Keep an eye on this page from time to time.
And please remember, as always, this is all in fun. There is no genuine malice intended.
Except when it comes to Kevin James, who is a swelled hemorrhoid on the hindquarters of the great lady we call cinema.
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Sure, it’s Juno meets Pumping Iron. Why not? Don’t tell me there are no new movie ideas. I’m not sure anyone will watch it, but at least it’s something different.
I literally can’t wait to see this movie, but that’s because I heard it’s a low-down, agressive car-stunt movie from the director of Bronson and Valhalla Rising. This poster looks like a sticker some lovestruck pre-adolescent would put on her Trapper Keeper. (If the joke is intended, I take it back.)
I have a major aversion to this movie to begin with, for the exact kind reasons that are only compounded by the addition of German.
P.S. Probably the shittiest homage to Abbey Road I’ve ever seen.
One mystery that should be solved is the mystery of what this movie is about. I mean, you guys want me to see it, right?
The expressions on the faces of Parker Posey and Michael Rapaport are wonderful.
It’s bad enough to have a glass head, because evidently it breaks so easily, but imagine, on top of that, having Christopher Lloyd in your neck!
“Evil can’t be imitated”… but Night Of The Living Dead can!
Is this poster for the long-awaited Harry Belafonte horror movie?
In this case, the movie is unfortunate. The poster actually makes it seem reasonable.
Apparently Malcolm McDowell fell asleep face down on the Wall Street Journal, and apparently(as many have long suspected) his head is made of Silly Putty.
My friend and I were laughing over the fact that, of all the movie posters in our modern age of Photoshop, where so many posters are comprised of only one or two giant floating heads, the poster for The Three Musketeers has over a dozen people on it.
Apparently the foreign version of the Dumas adaptation takes some weird liberties.
As a New Yorker, with all the stories we hear about the damage a penny can do to a concrete sidewalk from great heights, I can’t help getting a little nervous when I see Precious standing that close to the edge of a skyscraper.
Did you know that there’s a movie which co-stars both Ices, Cube and T? It’s called Trespass, and this isn’t it.
This Trespass is a movie where Nicole Kidman clutches a disembodied Nicolas Cage head. Or at least it looks that way. Probably isn’t. It’s a Joel Shumacher film. Anything’s really possible.
Not a bad poster, but it’s a Justin Timberlake action movie. I warned us that this day would come. There’s nothing good that can happen when a sissy is handed a gun.
Well, at least Michael Clarke Duncan is happy to see Justin Timberlake up there.
Al Pacino Apocalypse! AlPocalypse! AlPacinocalypse!
I made a collage like this in third grade. Mine was better, because I chose a bunch of pictures that may not have all been the same size, but at least they all faced in the same direction.
It’s Gamera! Boy, this movie looks chubby and awful in any language, huh?
I will concede, however, that Kevin James’ shoulder is definitely the best place to keep a monkey’s cock.
