Seeing Year One made me about as happy as the Cardinals going DeRosa-Pujols-Holliday in the middle of their order. Jack Black? I'm just not a big fan of having every line yelled at me. Michael Cera? Turned in a lackluster performance as Michael Cera. Paul Rudd and Bill Hader? Underused, underappreciated, and altogether unloved.
Olivia Wilde? Smoldering. But that's enough Year One for one lifetime.
I mention this movie for two reasons: it huants me nightly, and it involves cavemen. But instead of talking about things that make me break into a cold sweat while I sleep [see: abduction courtesy of Kathy Bates], I'm here to talk about cavemen.
You see, I'm head over heels for the Cavemen commercial with the 3 Doors Down song playing in the background. Absolutely giddy over it. You know, the "I just caught a game-winning home run ball in the bleachers, turned and kissed the beautiful girl sitting next to me and wound up marrying her" kind of love.
(There. You see, I made that thought relevant to baseball.)
The odd thing is, I can't stand 3 Doors Down. And the Cavemen are about as funny a modern-day Eddie Murphy. But together?
It's a cringe-worthy kind of beautiful.
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