Not enough farts. Definitely needed more farts.
Just kidding, there were plenty of farts in The Haunted Trailer - farts in practically every scene. I love farts. My best friend also loves farts. (When we get together with some Burger King Onion Rings...watch out!) My eight year old son loves farts, probably because he is eight years old, but also because he is my son. Really, who DOESN'T love farts? If you say you don't love farts, you're LYING. Farts make the world go around.
Is it any wonder that when I got married, I had no bridesmaids, no bridal shower, and almost none of the normal shenanigans that accompany most weddings? (I DID have a bachelorette party, an amazing bacchanalian event that I barely remember, although I'm not quite sure if the faded memory is due to the ravages of time...or the massive amounts of illicit substances ingested therein. Seriously, my friends make Bradley Cooper and Ed Helms look like pussies.)
I didn't think that I would ever see a more incongruous act than Doogie Howser, M.D. doing a fatality on an evil henchman, but I'd have to say that Doogie Howser snorting coke off a girl's bum, while hanging out of the sun roof of a moving car, takes the cake.
Far be it from me to define a movie by its cameos, but there you have it. A movie's hilarity may well be directly proportional to the outrageousness of said movie's cameo by Neil Patrick Harris. I think I'll call it the Doogie Theorem.
National Lampoon is back - and they're out for blood!
The National Lampoon franchise has been in decline for a number of years. The last one I even bothered to see was Senior Trip, which I never get tired of for some reason. In a bid to regain new followers and possibly win back some of the older crowd that loved Animal House, Van Wilder has been created to fill the shoes that Eric Stratton left behind.