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Bad Luck Chuck
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| About a year ago I was contacted by someone who claimed they worked for a Hollywood production company called Chuck Productions. This person told me they were shooting a movie in Vancouver B.C. called "Good Luck Chuck" starring Jessica Alba, and they needed to procure lots of penguins asap for the film. Ya right, I thought being the typical cynical penguin selling New Yorker that I am. I wasn't sure what this guys angle was, but I was sure he was going to ask me to send him lots of penguins for free in return for some phony movie screen credit. I'm no sucker I thought.
But, to my pleasant surprise my "pengdar" was all wrong, and it turned out he was the real deal as was Chuck Productions. I was then faxed a very long list of penguins they needed for the movie, which was followed by a very real deal credit card to pay for them. He also explained to me without giving away the top secret plot that the Jessica Alba character works in the penguin exhibit at the local zoo, and they needed my penguin goodies to decorate her office and home. After extensively checking out Jessica Alba fan sites on-line, I decided she (and the ensuing credit card payment) was indeed worthy of my penguins. I even kind of, sort of looked forward to the eventual release of Good Luck Chuck. Early this summer I had a big smile on my face while seeing a coming attraction for it when I went to see "Knocked Up", which by the way I gave two flippers up, way up. Although, I didn't spot any penguins in the trailer, I did see plenty of Alba in her form fitting zoo keeper uniform.
Then, a couple of weeks ago the movie came out to some of the worst reviews I've ever read for a movie with penguins in it or otherwise.
My old buddy Kyle Smith from the N.Y. Post generously gave it half a star and wrote. -- 'GOOD Luck Chuck," a fungal little sex comedy, doesn't need a review. It needs a tube of ointment and a shot of penicillin."
Ouch! Kyle that was harsh! And that was just the first sentence.
I guess it just goes to show you that even in this penguin crazed movie era, even some really cute penguin products can't save a lame Jessica Alba flick. Now, I know in my head that I had nothing to do with this celuloid disaster, but somehow my heart can't help feeling broken by all the bad press. Like it or not, in some penguinesque Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon connection, I'm tied to this film. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to sell them penguins without reading the script first. Maybe, all I saw was the money. Maybe, I just wanted to go to the movies and squeal, "Look, that's my penguin, that's my penguin!" But, alas that ship has sailed thanks to the horrible, mean, spiteful Jessica Alba hating press. So I'm going to have to pass at the opportunity to make a fool of myself in public. I'll probably just wait until it turns up on basic cable. Although, I doubt I'll be squealing at the sight of my penguins on the small screen. I might wake up the kids.
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