Paul Rudd sends up The Pickup Artist on David Wain's web show. (Genesis of the new catchphrase: "Your hair looks silky as shit")
Also, I got Knocked Up for Christmas. My brother got me Knocked Up. The movie. But I said that on the phone, and it was momentarily funny. (They really missed a marketing opportunity there.)
As commenters mentioned on the Ten post, Paul Rudd was on Fresh Air last week. It's a cool interview because he talks more about his teenage awkwardness (and Accutane use) than he does his movies. Also Terry clearly has a cruuushh.
I was really good about managing my expectations on this one, so I'll just say: I recommend it. I laughed many times and so did the other people in my theater. But that said, I have friends who hated it. I kind of chalk that up to context (see: category tag) and difference in sense of humor (I love a good in-joke, others like broader comedy. Actually, I kind of love both, but the former is so rare in movies.)
I guess I didn't just say "I recommend it" but I don't want to spoil it for anyone who is as unfortunately very susceptible to the whole high expectations/low expectations phenomenon as I am. One thing is certain though: Paul Rudd is totally not sexy in it.
Pretty much completely unrelated: maybe this bothers me because I worked at a movie theater in college, but why is it that people who would never dream of allowing a straw wrapper to fall from their grasp without immediately picking it up off the dirtiest of city sidewalks think it's perfectly okay to leave a movie theater aisle totally destroyed by their garbage? I'm not even talking about strangers, I'm talking about the friend I saw the movie with yesterday! Totally not okay. And I am willing to passive-aggressively call out my friend in a public forum in the hopes that just one person will have an epiphany.
I've never seen Paul look so serious as in this Zelda commercial. Also he looks exactly the same!
This time it's over this viral video for "The Ten" (can't wait!) It starts a little early, but just get to the part where Paul talks about being on "Friends". (Damn, brightcove make your embedded videos smaller!) Link to video.
Pretty much everyone I know saw Knocked Up this past weekend, and everyone I've talked to has said some version of "It was more heartwarming than I expected." Most of them mean that in a slightly pejorative way ("heartwarming" not being a compliment in my circles). I said it, too, though I might have lost my pejorative-use-of-heartwarming privileges when I got misty at the end (so did all my friends, though.)...
(Spoiler Alerts: the following half-assed analysis of the movie's stance on gender relations may spoil the next five minutes of your life, or possibly certain aspects of the movie if you've lived under a rock for the past month.)
Me and Paul Rudd's baby gots pretty eyes:
A lot more fun could be had with the (kinda unoriginal) Knocked Up Babymaker, but I have work to do.
You know when you're in middle school and you have to, at all times, have a boy to officially like even though you don't even really know what you'd do if he liked you back? Like, it's just part of your identity? Well, I'm not into celebrities as sexual objects but Paul Rudd is officially, forever, the celebrity 'boy that I like.'
(Photo by The Apiary. Bad photoshopping by me.)
Last night I gathered a ragtag gang of misfits to go to UCB's live talk show, "Bro'in Out" with guests Paul Rudd, Judah Friedlander, Gavin McIness and Tim Harrod. As we stood in the long line to get in, this aggressive photographer-chick was taking pictures of people on the line. Nobody in my group wanted to be photographed, so we blocked each other. Good thing, too, because turns out those photos were taken so that Gavin McIness could make fun of them, Vice dos and don'ts style, live on stage. It was, well, mean. Paul Rudd was great though and Judah brought out some pieces from his bad art collection, which has been online for a while but just never stops being funny. After the show, as Paul Rudd loosened his tuxedo necktie and smoked a cigarette just a few feet from us outside, David's Law became painfully relevant, but was dutifully, wistfully obeyed.
The Apiary has more pictures and a recap.
(Oh, at one part of the show, one of the hosts raised his glass and said "We just want to say "Congratulations, Hamas." The audience laughed and a girl behind me asked another girl "What did he say" and her friend answered "Something about pajamas.")
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