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There Is No Dana, Only Hot Take

Last night Paul Feig tweeted out this photo of the new Ecto 1, a.k.a. the car in which his rebooted Ghostbusters will be cruisin’. Looks hype to me, like a cross between the original Ecto and the car from Blues Brothers. Definitely more on point than many of the fan recreations you see out there.

I’m not as punk rock as I thought—I don’t like being out on the highways of America and seeing Jeep Cherokees or Ford Fiestas in the iconic dressings of the Ecto. Would you try to turn a smart car into the Batmobile?

I digress. This new Ecto is boss and here is quite possibly the hottest take I can give: it’s cooler than the Ecto 1A, the revamped Ectomobile unveiled in Ghostbusters 2. There’s just too much fucking shit on the roof of Ecto 1A, my disbelief cannot be suspended. There’s no way the Ghostbusters would be able to glide through the boroughs without bits flying off every few miles.

Also, the hazard tape racing stripes and flashing digital sign are garish. You’re the Ghostbusters, not the goddamn Money Store.

Again I digress. JG2 is pro new Ecto. Looking forward to seeing Wiig, McKinnon, et al tear ass in these ace wheels. I’ll be there, front row, in my “Ecto 1A Has Too Much Fucking Shit On Its Roof” shirt.

Unsolicited Paul Review


Take me to your dealer.

Paul
Starring: Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Kristen Wiig, Seth Rogen
Directed by Greg Mottola
2011

Finally, we have the movie Project: ALF should have been, a rollicking multiple-state adventure with a discernable budget and some non-negotiable star power. It’s a shame they wasted it all on an extraterrestrial so many lightyears behind his furry Melmacian forbearer in terms of charm, wit, and presence. Paul substitutes hack jokes and lazy pop culture references for character development, so we’re stuck with cinema’s least interesting pot-obsessed surfer-bro outsider since…well, Seth Rogen, the very guy who voices Paul. To think, they spent all that time and money on special effects when they could have achieved the exact same emotional results pouring Rogen into some cheap grey spandex.

Paul stars Simon Pegg and Nick Frost as two UFO-obsessed Brits traveling across America in an RV after a visit to San Diego’s nerd mecca Comicon. A mysterious car crash in the desert introduces the pair to Paul, a rather assimilated alien (he wears pants despite having no genitals) recently escaped from Area 51 who needs a ride to the faraway spot where his race’s mothership is planing to pick him up. Pegg and Frost reluctantly agree to ferry Paul north and experience the myriad problems that come with harboring an otherworldly creature—namely, shielding their new friend from zealous Federal agents and assorted ignorant small town folk.

Matters become even more complicated when Kristen Wiig, playing a devout one-eyed Christian, stumbles upon Paul while our heroes stop for an evening’s rest at her trailer park. Suddenly theological debates are erupting in the midst of this wacky R-rated E.T. redux. Luckily, Paul handles that situation as lethargically as everything else, and in no time we’re back to the cycle of weak sci-fi references and cloying catchphrases (all ported from far better movies) the filmmakers tried to prop this mess upon. At least a couple of the ending explosions manage to look more impressive than your average piece of stock footage.

Jason Bateman, Bill Hader, and Joe Lo Truglio make the most of their roles as the nasty FBI agents chasing Paul down, but again the script (penned by Pegg and Frost in a surprising misfire) does them no favors. The only actor running on all cylinders here is Jeffrey Tambor. Playing a mysterious and bitchy graphic novelist the main characters worship, Tambor shoots off Paul’s only funny tit joke and disappears until the end credits. Of course, the fact they got Jeffrey Tambor and only used him for a tit joke tells you everything you need to know about this movie.

FINAL SCORE: One pot-smoking alien (out of four).