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My Not-So Review of American Reunion

26 Feb

February 26, 2013

It was 4am, couldn’t sleep, so I put on the TV. I was tired. Really tired. So tired that as much as my body needed and craved sleep, I could not get to sleep. So I put on the TV.

At 4am I not a discriminating viewer. Things I’d never have watched had more than 3% of my brain cells been active sound pretty good at that time. I’ve watched the knife shopping channel for hours on end in that condition. And I still don’t know how they can sell a katana so cheap. Anyway, it was in that state that I watched about 50 minutes of American Reunion.

American Reunion is the fourth and/or eighth in the American Pie series. It is the fourth film to be released in the theaters with more or less the same cast, but there were also four direct to video American Pie films starring none of the American Pie cast- well, one actually, but I’ll get to that later. These video releases star characters who are relatives of the main cast, like younger brothers and fifth cousins thrice-removed. This film, American Reunion, promised to have all the characters from all the movies, including many of the lower-tier video crew. Every American Pie character from across eight films all together in one film? I had to see it! At 4am!

Right about now, I feel the need to point out that I have never seen a single American Pie film. Here is what I knew about American Pie going into the film:

  • One of the characters humped a pie
  • One of the female characters had some sort of experience at band camp, so that when someone on the street says to someone else on the street “one time in band camp…” the other person dies of unrestrained hilarity. I assume something funny completes that thought.
  • Eugene Levy was in all eight of these things. All of them!
  • Stifler is funny because I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Stifler somewhere in some film acting like a jerk.

Here is what I added to my knowledge after the film:

  • Stifler is not funny.
  • Neither was American Reunion.

So what I ended up watching was ¾ of a movie (I missed the beginning and finally managed to fall asleep before the ending) of a franchise I knew nothing about and not getting a single laugh. And here’s the thing: at 4 am I’ll laugh at anything. I’ve laughed at women on Lifetime telling jokes about PMS. I’ve laughed at infomercials for imported German practical joke DVD’s whose punch lines were in Bavarian. Lord help, me, I’ve laughed at John Pinette at 4am. I once tried to make a sandwich at 4am and nearly sliced my thumb off and laughed at all the blood getting my bread soggy but I did not laugh at American Reunion.

Granted, I did not know the characters and granted, a lot of the jokes were based on knowing things from the other films, but jeez, these are films about people either trying to get laid or high, and somehow they turned it into some movie about people getting too old to get laid or high. What the heck? There was a party where nothing happened and a couple of semi-but-not-really-raunchy scenes where you thought maybe some chick would get topless but didn’t. Sure, Eugene Levy got high, but like I said, he was in all eight of these things so I’m sure he was already high when he signed his contract.

Eugene Levy is too good for this. I’m glad he’s working and I’m glad he’s getting a paycheck but, c’mon, he’s this guy:

Imponderable #82: Morristown New Jersey

22 Feb

February 22, 2013

DD1

Am I the only one who thinks the owner was planning to steal the cash but Harris beat him to it? (I know he owned the store, but loose cash like that in the desk? That cash was somehow going to avoid the normal accounting procedures for that store and not turn up on the store’s books.)

What was it doing bundled in an unlocked drawer in his office, along with blank name tags, rubber bands, and half a tuna fish sandwich? I’ve worked a few different jobs in my time, and other than when my family ran a booth in a flea market, every place of business kept cash in a safe.

However, when we ran the flea market, we used to keep about $10 worth of cash, mostly in coins or dollar bills, in a small box on a shelf just so we could make change. Although the box was not secured, the booth itself was securely (we thought) locked up tight at night. Turns out someone broke into our booth and stole the box one night. It was an inside job, too, done by a security guard. The sad part was he knew that there was just ten dollars there but he still risked- and lost- his job over it.

At least Tyrone Harris made a nice profit.

Why was $2,136 sitting loose in the owners desk?

The question is Imponderable.

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