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...begrudge the spectacle of movie stars reusing the strategies that first endeared them to us. Nor is it a crime to be hooked by the death struggle and cheerful defiance that this bad, but honorably bad, film proposes. Misting over while watching a male weepie is like laughing at fart jokes - an atavistic, involuntary reaction. Absolutely human. Just try not to let your friends know...
...those who would call this MTV cartoon the boob tube at its most puerile, I have but one rejoinder: You said boob. This show's fart-knocking, frog-smashing anarchy alone might have put it on the list, but B&B was so much more. It was a surreal comedy ("I am the great Cornholio!"). It was one of TV's great inside critiques, peeling back the MTV fantasy of unattainable cool and personifying the sugar-buzzed idiot children who paid the channel's bills. Like creator Mike Judge's later Office Space, King of the Hill and Idiocracy...
...games and other ancillary-revenue projects.) All of which appeals to the grownups who chaperone the movie trips and endure the repeated DVD viewings. Old-school fairy tales, after all, are boring to us, not the kids. The Shrek movies have a nigh-scientific formula for the ratio of fart jokes to ask-your-mother jokes; Shrek the Third includes a visit to a fairy-tale high school where there's a Just Say Nay rally and a stoner-sounding kid stumbles out of a coach trailed by a cloud of "frankincense and myrrh" smoke. More broadly, each movie gives...
...Delta Farce, Whitney is taking on the war on terror in a trenchant political drama... Oh, who are we kidding? The fart jokes are back, people. This time Larry and his buds, played by fellow Blue Collar alum Bill Engvall and gangly character actor DJ Qualls, are bumbling Army reservists bound for Iraq. "I love what I do and I don't take myself too seriously," says Whitney, 44. "This character is fun. It gives me a chance to take that little bit of me - how I grew up - and magnify it. I could care less about doing a huge...
...front of the plane (somehow I had been the only one banished to the nether regions), I made my way down the aisle. As I neared the rear of the aircraft, it distinctly seemed like the number of “undesirable” passengers (think: old men who fart, women with dogs, etc.) was increasing exponentially. Then in the very back, I saw what frightened me beyond comprehension: a (very) young dad with not one, but TWO, (very) young toddlers, the three of whom were occupying not only 24D and F, but most of E as well...