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New Line has bought the rights to Mr. S: My Life with Frank Sinatra, a "dishy tell-all" about Old Blue Eyes, with Brett Ratner on as producer/director and Chris Tucker "eyeing the starring role of Sinatra valet George Jacobs."
Any studio exec who still lets Brett Ratner direct movies should have his eyes taped open and be forced to watch Ratner's breakout film, Money Talks, for 20 hours straight. Which is to say that he deserves to die of sadness.
The silver lining of this shit cloud? After hearing today's news, Vegas bookies say the odds on Brett Ratner ending up somewhere in Jersey with a meat hook up his ass have jumped from 10 to 1 to even money.
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Chris Tucker must know where the bodies are buried or something.
It's news like todays that makes me rather uninterested in virtually all upcoming movie projects. Are there any out there to get really excited about or are they all shit? Anyone?
Why the hell does that clip have some guys providing a laugh track? Were they too bored from beating up homeless people or the homos?I'm interested to see what the new Batman movie will shape up to be, if Iron Man is any good, and how many people die as a result of the new Narnia movie.
hasn't someone burned Chris Tucker alive yet? WHY NOT? how is this guy still walking around untouched? If I ever saw him on the street I wouldn't hesitate to remove his life-force from this planet. The only thing he ever did that was even remotely interesting was The Fifth Element, and in that he basically played a future Prince.
Sinatra routinely crapped bigger than Chris Tucker.
He also picked pieces of guys like Ratner out of his stool and left particles of people like Bruckheimer in his wind.
The only Frank Sinatra projects in the works should be along the lines of the aforementioned (actually, just referenced) SNL skit."I gotcha. Put a bag over her head and they're all the same."
You guys should read the book about Saturday Night Live I'm always referencing. In it, Joe Piscopo dangles from Sinatra's nuts, talking about how he didn't like Hartman's impression, because it was disrespectful, because Hartman hadn't asked the Sinatras' permission, because Hartman wasn't Italian, and yadda yadda yadda. The writers complained that they'd always be writing Sinatra sketches only to have Piscopo read them and go, "No way, Frank wouldn't do that. Frank wouldn't wait for an elevator. Frank wouldn't eat at a restaurant like that."
And that's why Joe Piscopo has become the antithesis of comedy. 1st rule of comedy: Unexpected = funny.
Sorta like the movie "Balls of Fury". I had no desire to see it, but a friend championed it, and I downloaded it and it basically hits you nonstop with unexpected funnies. It is pretty damn good.
HOLY SHIT.Balls Of Fury is actually good?
Joe Piscopo = NEVER funny, but at the same time, you gotta respect a guy standing up for his hero. Name of book Lance?I like this video clip. See it's funny cuz the white guy gets beat up by the black guy and then he misses the black guy and hits a wall. GUFFAW GUFFAW GUFFAW
Anyone else out there hearing the Beatles tune "O Bla Di, O Bla Da, Life Goes On" theme from the TV show w/ downs syndrome boy everytime Hairy posts w/ his current avatar? Just checking.
[www.chrisburke.org] go to the above link jokerwild, I beg you.
2nd rule of comedy: repetition = funny.
2nd rule of comedy: repetition = funny.
2nd rule of comedy: repetition = funny.
See how I did that there?
The Piscopo funny pool dried up after he played Johnny Vermon.
Fuck – Danny Vermon.How's that edit feature coming?
Hairy – book is called "Live From New York". Use the site search button on the right, I've linked it before.
I think anyone who lets Ratner direct movies should be anally ransacked by a herd of wild boars.
To whom it may concern, i.e. Hairy Nutsack. *chris tucker voice* awwww hellllll naaaawwwww!
Thanks Lance.Did you go there joker?
I went. I know my life sucks when a retarded guy and two old gay twins have a more successful music career than I do.
Everything Brett Ratner directs turns out to be the regurgitated afterbirth of a lesbian clusterfuck. I wish he'd wake up in the morning and realize he should be giving something worthwhile to society and not visually and mentally raping it.
unfortunately, yes, i went there.