I know Steve would not read this but....
I only just watched this movie because of a psychology class I am taking. And oh my god, it was horrendous.
Was this supposed to be a comedy? I sat through the entire thing with my head in my palm and did not even crack a smile. It was so cheesy and prolonged, it was brutal.
Did I mention it was prolonged? The "cutting the cheese" scene was so painfully not funny that I'm beginning to think that was the only way it would amount to an hour and 25 minutes. That and other scenes, which took way too long. And why was weed and drug abuse brought into this? I saw no point in that whatsoever. Not to mention that annoying as fvck "Richard Wehlner" tape that he's always listening to. I know that the point of it was to be funny, but it wasn't funny. It was just annoying and painful to sit through. Maybe that's what Steve and the writers thought: trying to hard to be funny that it just turned out straight up awful, like forcing a conversation.
And what was with Richard's wife's accent?? Was THAT supposed to be funny? Her accent was so out-of-place and unnecessary (not to mention did not fit in the movie AT ALL) that it killed the movie even further. That "fight" between Richard and Doug was so corny that I wanted to stab myself in the foot. And the scene when Lori startled Richard into breaking the glass bottle (which was again unnecessary) and Richard pointed the middle finger at the bottle. Again, oh my god, like what??? What were they thinking? You think we will laugh at that? Are you kidding me?
So many unnecessary things in the promotion that it might as well have never been a movie. And I would have been fine with that. I would rather deal with a movie industry that does not have abominations of a movie such as The Promotion than sit through an hour and a half of painful, cheesy "jokes."
Sorry about the rant, just had to get it off my chest. I wonder if any others agree with me.
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I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.