Jonathan Nolan’s The Dark Knight will be relased on July 18, 2008. Matt Selman’s A Prologue to the Dark Knight was written on April 27, 1986, months away from his fifteenth birthday. Whose work is truly, “an ambitious, full-bodied crime epic of gratifying scope and moral complexity”? You be the judge.
The Founding Fathers of the United States successfully develop space travel. George Washington is the first man on the Moon, and immediately asphyxiates.
Video Games are as much a drug as heroin or crystal meth, in that when you play them, you feel GREAT. I defy any to drug user to say the sensation of sitting back in your couch as that first game of Grand Theft Auto IV loads up doesn’t compare to a veinful of the [...]
As I get older, it only becomes more and more clear I will never read all the books I want to read before I die. There’s just no getting around it. There’s too many books! Even my Amazon Wish List, aka my Amazon “Don’t Want To Read That Much So I Will Put You On [...]
The following is an unedited transcription of one of Matt Selman’s actual seventh grade homework assignments.
The following is an unedited transcription of one of Matt Selman’s actual eighth grade homework assignments.
Editor’s Note: Matt Selman is busy this week with his commitments to the world of television and movies. In his absence, please execute the following high-concept internet comedy piece: How would the guys who brought you The 40 Year-Old-Virgin, Knocked Up and SuperBad cast and change the plot of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit?
The White Witch… bit of a slag, isn’t she? Turning Mr. Tumnus to stone was one thing, but you know a girl’s a bitch if she bans Christmas. “No I’d rather not this year. Don’t fancy it. Even thought it’s winter all the time, Santa Claus can piss off!” Just wanted to keep all the [...]
INT. TONY STARK’S LIMO – DAY
It’s been twenty-three hours since 12:00 AM Pacific Standard Time, when Grand Theft Auto IV hit the streets of Los Angeles. My neck is stiff. My wife is mad. My dog is swollen with urine. But after almost a day of Liberty City action, one thing is clear:
A lot of movies these days are “From The Guys Who Brought You” some other movie. Of course, “From The Guys Who Brought You” is a perfectly bland way of saying — if you liked Superbad, you’ll like Forgetting Sarah Marshall. I did like Superbad, and I did like Forgetting Sarah Marshall. However, this dumb [...]
