Are you one of the 5.8 million people in this country who’ve been jobless for the past six months? That would make sense, because if you had a job, you’d probably have better things to do than reading this. This week’s Trailer Park is an Economic Non-Recovery Special: we’ve got a guy who loses his job and grows as a person, a look at people who may be on the verge of losing their jobs and continue to pump out amazing news stories every day, and Steve Coogan, who’s basically a full-time job just listening to. Getting out of this recession starts with you! You giving your job to one of those 5.8 million, who might actually get something done today. If you’re lucky you can live on your lawn like a hobo, and maybe learn a moral lesson, or something. Or just drink in your underwear all day, that’s what we’d do.
Everything Must Go
Will Ferrell, Rebecca Hall, Michael Peña, Christopher C.J. Wallace
Here’s Will Ferrell in a movie with nary a dick joke in sight, playing a former alcoholic who loses his job and his wife on the same day. So he relapses, starts drinking again and decides to live on his lawn. The cops are all like “that’s not cool, you can’t just live on your lawn, this is a yard sale.” So he decides to sell all his stuff, a middle finger to his stuck-up community. His neighbor’s kid is Biggie Smalls’ son, and they become fast friends, because they both have self-esteem issues and a lot to learn from each other. Then they start a rap duo and become international sensations, because Christopher Wallace has flow in his blood and Will Ferrell is just magnetic like that. They tour the world and release hit after hit, until a feud develops between them and Tupac. The rest is history.
No, that’s just what we wish would happen, but still: Will Ferrell in a flick without dick jokes. Dude’s growing up (he’s 43!), and choosing the right projects to get all those complicated feelings out, apparently. Because when it comes to making that transition to maturity in your career, you could do a lot worse.
Steve Coogan, Margo Stilley, Rob Brydon
Why are British people so good at making fun of each other? (See:) And why are they so hilarious when they’re doing it? They’re such a surly breed, the British. Must be all that bitter tea and whatever the hell Blood Sausage is.
But this looks funny and charming, and also hunger-inducing, so I wouldn’t recommend seeing this stoned, unless British accents are really grating on you, as they are on me, in which case I wouldn’t recommend seeing this drunk, as you’re likely to punch an Englishman after the film, and AMC Theaters usually doesn’t look too kindly on that. Usually.
Page One: Inside The New York Times
Brian Stelter, Tim Arango and the salty but brilliant David Carr
David Carr IS salty and brilliant! Here’s what happens when you take all those pale, exhausted reporters at our nation’s paper of record and expose them to sunlight and cameras: they alternatively complain about and champion the state of journalism today, and then drive expensive cars and use iPads.
But seriously, this looks great, really great. Good on whoever decided that now was the time to document our newsrooms while they’re still around. Look at all those action shots of actual newspapers being printed and bound! The whirr and motion of the printing press, a visual metaphor for everything we’re losing as blogs continue to suck life from print media like so many slutty, Internet-based vampires. You know what an “action shot” of a blog being assembled looks like? An even paler, more exhausted reporter, sitting at his computer, typing furiously between sips of Red Bull (sorry, Monster- bloggers can’t afford Red Bull) and butt-scratches. Really just ain’t the same. Pretty excited to see some on-deadline newsroom drama go down, pretty excited to see some columnists get into a spirited round of verbal fisticuffs. I wanna see Maureen Dowd cry.