In January of this year, I was in my PJ's minding my own business when I was lit up like a Christmas tree in my loft. No movie director or producer came by to ask me if it was okay. They just did it. Flashed this huge, humongous spotlight on my windows and started shooting late at night. I wrote about it in "They Got Me in My PJ's."
It turns out they were shooting the movie Dinner for Schmucks, a re-make of a popular French comedy. And as I predicted then - wayyyy before its current summer release - that with a title like that - and a director like that - this movie would probably go straight to DVD.
Okay, so I was wrong. The movie has not gone to DVD yet.
Maybe because it stars Steve Carell and Paul Rudd. It even grossed over 23 million dollars this weekend in movie theaters - but my initial instincts were right - IT SHOULD HAVE GONE STRAIGHT TO DVD.
Out of curiosity, I went to see Dinner for Schmucks. It wasn't horrible. It was THE WORST MOVIE I'VE SEEN IN A DECADE. I even asked for my money back and left half way through. Now, as a writer that was painful - what creative asks for their money back unless they are demented or deranged?
Well, I did and I am not demented or deranged.
Plus it broke my heart to do so - since there were so many awesome downtown sights in the movie - such as the Eastern Columbia lofts building and the Morono Kiang Gallery on third - that I wanted to enjoy.
But, the movie quite simply was for schmucks. Which apparently no one in the theater was - no one laughed, no one clapped or even snickered. Several of us, just walked out.
And I say, it is because they got me in my PJ's that night in my loft many moons ago. I put a hex on them. And they in turn put a hex on you. That's how karma works.
It is a known fact.
Whatever the reason -- the movie stinks! Save your money and go on a ferris wheel ride or buy a hamburger or get your nails done.