Extract: The Movie not the Food Additive

If you are here to see if you are the big winner of the handmade clutch bag courtesy of Julia Sherry Designs you will either have to a)read this entire post, or b)skip to the end.

Now, I’m sure some of you will just go ahead and go with choice B because you really just care about the bag. But, be warned, if you go that route you will miss out on the opportunity to win the next giveaway.

So, yeah. You’ve been warned.

Anyway.

Remember this guy?

Yep, Jason Bateman.

One of the many former teen stars whose pictures I would rip from my cherished issues of Teen Beat and plaster on my wall to swoon over and dream about.

That was during what I’ll refer to as my Heartthrob Phase. It was the phase right before I moved into my scary-looking-dudes-in-beanie-caps Thug Life Phase, at which point photos of Kirk Cameron, Jason Bateman, and the two Corey's (RIP CH) were replaced with photos of MC Brains (whatever happened to Mr.. Oochi Cochie Lalala?), BBD (not sure why because they weren’t even remotely attractive), Naughty by Nature, and LL Cool J (timelessly sexy, right?).

While most of these people have disappeared from the limelight entirely, Jason Bateman has recently enjoyed a large amount of success on both the little screen (not sure why Arrested Development was cancelled because it was seriously one of the funniest shows on TV; Michael Cera can do no wrong) and the big screen (making funny appearances in Juno, The Break-up, and Hancock) alike.

Not too long ago I was given tickets to a pre-screening of the movie Extract by Miramax (yep, got to sit in specially marked seats and everyone thought I was some sort of Miramax executive; so awesome) starring Jason Bateman, Ben Affleck, Mila Kunis. Also making an appearance were some other less accomplished semi-lebrities Kristin Wiig, J.K. Simmons, and that one guy from the new 90210.

I thought it was funny.

Like really funny.

I actually wrote my original review on it here: Dumb Mom’s Review of Extract the film not the food additive.

Did you read it?

Basically I said something about it being LOL funny and then I think I compared it to The Hangover or something.

A few weeks ago it happened again. I was contacted by some movie industry exec (aka the PR people for Mike Judge, the dude who made Extract) and asked if I’d be willing to host a review/giveaway of Extract the DVD. You know, because even the movie industry gurus are starting to stand up and take notice of pBd and Dumb Mom’s commitment to awesomeness.

Naturally, I was stoked to do it because ever since Blockbuster store fronts bit the dust, Dumb Dad and I have little access to home movies (and yes, we’ve heard of Netflix, but he will not bite the Netflix bullet; something about being forced into by the economy or something). Thought this would be a wonderful opportunity for us to enjoy a funny, adult film together (he didn’t go to the premiere with me; I took BFF instead).

It took us two nights to finish it (not because we didn’t like it, just because #2 was being all needy that night and kept getting outta bed for “potty” and “water” and because his “back was all itchy or something”), but finish it we did.

And what’s my second time around review: It’s still funny.

Maybe not The Hangover funny like I initially advised, but still funny.

Let me state, for the record, that I am no movie critic. Honestly, when it comes to feature films I’m about as discriminating as Cookie Monster when it comes to cookies.

Usually, I’m just happy to be enjoying something that doesn’t rhyme or have a grate-on-your-last-nerve theme song to go along with it.

In all my years of movie watching I’ve never even walked out of a film. Even Wishmaster 3. Even Wild Things, you know that creepy Kevin-Bacon-shows-his-bacon-soft-porn dealy from the 90s?

So yeah, my standards are low.

But, I know funny (seriously, do you even read my blog?), and I’m standing by my initial review of Extract as being firmly planted in the funny category.

Want to see?

Because you know I’m giving it away.

Two in fact!

Two Dumb Mom followers will be rewarded with a DVD copy of the film.

All you have to do is:

1. Follow pBd.

2. Leave a comment giving me a movie recommendation (because lately all I’ve been watching is New Moon and I need to mix it up a little before I turn in to a freakin’ werewolf).

3. That is all.

Now for the announcement you’ve all been waiting for!

The winner of the handmade clutch bag is…

RITA! From Fighting Off Frumpy!

Yeah for her!

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Movies for Boys and Moms

If you know Dumb Family at all, then you know that we are huge movie fans.

HUGE.

Even "back in the day", as #2 likes to say, when Dumb Dad and I were dating the theater was our main venue. Sometimes we'd even go to two in one day!

Well, double feature movie dates are a thing of the past, and these days we are lucky if we get to see a movie together once a quarter.

But, it is something we enjoy and it's also something we enjoy doing as a family (meaning mom, dad, & two older dudes, b/c #3 is a serious movie faux pas).

As part of out holiday traditions, we like to take The Dudes to see a movie, of their choosing.

Since someone has to stay home w/#3, this year I won out as the holiday-kid-movie-chaperone.

The movie of choice?

Alvin And The Chipmunks: The Squeakquel, of course:

Movie Trailers - Movies Blog

Something about animated rodents singing Single Ladies was a huge turn off for Hubby and so obviously my cup of tea, that naturally I was appointed (honestly, I wanted to go to The Princess and the Frog, but the furry songbirds were The Dudes' vote).

I didn't expect much from the film, I mean how good can it really be?

There is only so much you can do with singing rodents, a record label vilian, and a corny-guy-next-door type.

And, I wasn't disappointed or surprised.

But, more importantly I didn't vomit, or reach REM.

Since my brain (in spite of my efforts to reform it) is convinced that movie theaters are the perfect places to conk out, my Movie Goodness Scale is based entirely on how awake I stay to enjoy it.

If the film is not Twi-awesome or Hangover-larious chances are good I'm going to fall into a deep sleep for the duration, fall into a deep sleep for a portion, or spend the majority of the film slamming my head into Dumb Dad's shoulder, the chick next to me, and/or the back of my chair.

If it's a film I REALLY want to see I may even use my drink as a wake-up tool by pouring it into my lap periodically. It's a strange method, but by golly it works!

As The Squeakquel was definitely not Twi-awesome or Hangover-larious I did a lot of the head slamming thing.

But. There was just enough mini-rump shakin' goin' on to keep me engaged for the majority.

And, right at the moment when I nearly boarded that sweet lulaby boat to Never Never Land, I was awoken with a high pitched rendition of Shake Your Groove Thang.

Perfect. Those screenwriters/director/whoever is in charge of that crap, knew exactly what they were doing with the song placement thingy.

Geniuses, I tell you. Geniuses!

Plus, it was 100 times better to be at the chipmunk pop-venture than to be sitting with #3 reading The 3-D Solar System Book for the gazillionth time (how's that for a Writer's Workshop inclusion?!).

I'm all for bonding over books, but now that he's memorized Saturn, Uranus, Earth, Mercury, and all the rest of 'em I think it's time to move on.

Besides everybody knows my position on outer space, and reading this book has done nothing for changing that.

Fortunately, Dumb Dad and I were not to be outdone by The Dudes in the movie department this season.

We caught a grown up film ourselves.

Thanks to the hidden babysitting talents of Bruncle (my brother, their uncle=Bruncle), we took in a romanticactionadventuremystery called Sherlock Holmes.

You've heard of it, right?

Robert Downey Jr., Jude Baby DaddyLaw, Rachel Mcadams?

I give it two thumbs up and I didn't even really fall asleep that much.

Okay, so I did find myself startling awake a couple of times near the end (and if you were sitting in front of me and were the recepient of one, or possibly two, swift kicks in the back, please forgive me), but it wasn't for lack of action or intrigue in the film.

It was my own inability to control my faculties when tired, sick, and effing freezing (why are theaters SO bloody cold?). Plus, we rarely ever go to the movies after sunset, and my proprensity for jumping off the sleep action is exactly why.

Anyway, point is, it was so not the movie's fault that I was unable to keep my wits about me for the duration. It was equal parts funny, engaging, and plot rich, okay maybe the plot was not exactly rich, but it did the trick.

My affection for the likes of Jude Law, Rachel Mcadams, and Robert Downey Jr. may have slightly tainted my review, but see it anyway if you get a chance and let me know what you think.

A trailer my dear, Watson.



So, anyway, thank you, Bruncle, for doing your thing. You have earned this week's Thursday Thank You as a result of your efforts.



Thank you and you're welcome.





Dear Bruncle, It's not everyday that I have a reason to praise you so let me just state, for the record, this is BIG. I sincerely appreciate your willingness to sacrifice your time (not that you had anywhere else to be) for Hubby and I to have a night out. There aren't many people I feel comfortable leaving The Dudes with and I'm glad we have you. The best part is that you're cheap: a Chipotle burrito and time to get on the PS3 with Hubby. And, you even did the dishes! Can't beat that. You are turning out to be quite the manny! I always knew you'd amount to something! XOXO, Dumb Mom