There doesn’t seem to be a lot of angst at the Banana Mango High School of Life, so it’s got that going for it.

This could be a new trend where celebrities make movies titled after things that define or interest them. Or at least a party game. Like Paris Hilton in “Penis”, or Gweneth Paltrow in “Myself” or “Myself 2, Still Me” you get the idea.

“I have a “normal” straight marrige and it’s not boring at all. Especially since my wife has an enormous and unwieldy penis.” – Ted Haggard

Same old hollywood story of a meteoric rise to sitcom fame followed by an equally meteoric languid downward spiral into peaceful old age and an eventual death from typical old age complications. Cliché.

I prefer Amtrak’s “the drunk next to me threw up on my dining car hot dog made from the innards of the last person this train hit” two-step.

I’ll have what she’s having… but with a little less orgasm and can we get a refill on these waters please?

I’m most excited for the inevitable woefully misguided marketing tie in with a certain poultry processing company…

“It’s much harder to help Haiti with your pants down, but it is a lot easier to swordfight.”

That desk does look like it was made out of some sort of wood fastened together by the pulpy tears of a failed woodworker, finished with a varnish of gaudy dispair that just makes everyone uncomfortable.

It’s symbolic of both a generational and cultural division, and highlights at least some of the ways these groups do not understand each other. So, at the very least it’s kind of interesting I think.