""Paul Blart"'s a movie for the recession economy, filmed in a world full of crap being protected by people who can't afford to buy any of it."
"...everyone here is fat, out-of-shape, working a minimum-wage job with no prospects for advancement and deeply pissed off about it"
"It's unapologetically suburban (filmed in Massachusetts, set in New Jersey) and absolutely marginalized. Its main locales are functional: Blart's mess of a home, the bank within the mall where checks are deposited, and the horrific T.G.I. Friday's type restaurant the holiday party takes place at. It is, in short, incredibly depressing and zero fun whatsoever."
I remember catching Paul Blart on a plane, sans sound. You could tell it was terrible beyond belief, but even then it still had that uber-bad intrigue to it, like Freddy Got Fingered or Highlander 2: The Quickening, two movies I love. Maybe I'll have to give it another go! Por que no?
IFC, you made my day. Thank you much.
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