“Those who stick around for the closing credits are treated to the sight of George W. Bush getting kicked in the nuts. Judging by the respective approval ratings of Bush (31 percent) and the Friedberg-Seltzer comedy team (between 2 percent and 3 percent, according to Rotten Tomatoes), audiences would have preferred to see Bush, or perhaps even Stalin, kick Friedberg and Seltzer in the balls.
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Slate’s review of whatever raucous wet fart from the Masters of the Sendup behind such blights on comedy as Date Movie, Epic Movie and Parody Movie (how great would Parody Movie be, by the way, once these doofi amass enough of a body of work that they can mock their own genre into submission?).
Okay, I hate because I’m jealous that I totally had this idea like 2 years ago, and not because these guys are the Dane Cook of film comedy.
My company worked on 300. One late office night, I heard someone scream from down the hall, “FARTANS!!!! TONIGHT… WE DINE… IN POOP!!!!” and I’m pretty sure I got more laughs from that than any 73 minutes of intertextual boogerpicking these guys will ever flick at me.
