I decided to spruce up my cube and by that I mean, ridiculed to the point of motivation. As I’ve, apparently, collected a few of the free 11×17” movie posters from Block E, I decided to start with those. Free, easy, and effective; my favorite combination. though my discovery of another nook in interweb heaven could lead to issues.
With this decoration comes a small problem though. Namely, that one of the posters is this one:

I know, right? What the hell? but, to be fair, I also have one for Georgia Rule, so it’s an equal opportunity wall of suck. The poster brings up a few questions:
- What movie, at this point in his career, is too bad for Eddie Murphy?
- Why would the studio that brought us Daddy Day Care feel the need to bring us this one? What did we do to them? For something like this I imagine killing a first born is the only crime that fits the punishment; did any of you kill any rich kids lately?
- How did Gooding go from the epic steps of men of honor to the giant leap into completely fucking stupid? Doesn’t he have a manager?
But, beyond the questions that no one can answer like why no one sees this is as the strongest sign of the impending apocalypse, is the obvious reason this is being produced: Film producers love making kids movies.
It used to be that PG13 was the target demo. That was all the rage and people forced directors to cut gigantic stretches of film in order to fit into that arbitrary and meaningless rating. But now, with the advent of C.G.I. features and horrible parents, I’ve seen a swing toward even younger.
It’s easy to see. The parents don’t have the energy or maturity to deny their children whatever they want, so when the kids want to watch a shitty movie with deadbeat actors or cartoons, that’s what they see because to let the kid play on a playground or tell him he’s a fucking idiot is bad parenting. Now the theaters can count on at least one adult ticket to go along with their little mentally challenged they’re just young you say? six of one, half a dozen of the other target consumer. Ca-ching! Those thirteen year old ultra-independent fuckwits don’t bring that kind of financial incentive to the party.
There will always be more PG13 and R movies because the markets for both are so much larger we can only reproduce so fast, but the growing popularity of the children’s film shows us two things: we have the cinematic restraint of a two-week-old giraffe because I can only imagine they, too, would watch anything they’re shown and the film studios hate us with a passion brighter than the sun.
But, it makes my cubical look as though it’s occupied. So props for that.