It surprised the shit outta me that Tropic Thunder was so good despite dickbag Ben Stiller taking like seven credits as usual. As a spoof of both war movies and Hollywood bimbos, it's a screaming success, though Robert Downey Jr.'s role struck me as a bit rank. Sure, the film is lampooning over-serious moviemakers who go to great lengths for authenticity. And very few ack-tores can pull off a part like RDJ's Kirk Lazurus, a white Australian who undergoes surgical procedures to play an black American soldier in a display of unmatched racial insensitivity. And yes, I get it that only a hacky, Russell Crowe-esque freak would overplay the character so badly, spewing hoary Jive-isms even between takes. It makes sense; it's just really unpleasant -- and unfunny -- to watch for 120 minutes. The only way it could've been more grating is if they wrote a character for gibbering, stuttering ESPN fucknut Stuart Scott. But then they'd have to work around Scott's stringent schedule of tongue-bathing LeBron's wang.
The whole thing kinda reminds me of those goofy fuckers in (Hed) P.E., the only non-Japanese band with such levels of unnecessary punctuation in their band name. I respect dudes because they're so damn awful but seem to've been recording/touring uninterrupted for at least a decade. And they have a philosophy, as detailed by the hungover but steel-stomached awesomes at MetalSucks. Cold got to be.
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