America, you're begging for another 9-11 attack, the Third.

Motherfuckers....Wild Hogs? Thirty eight million dollars worth of wheezing, man-boobed comedy suckholes on motorcycles? A trailer featuring exactly nothing remotely humorous? (Is a fat and/or otherwise unattractive person singing "Don't Cha" by the Pussycat Dolls the new 'slipping on a banana peel' of comedy?) What was your audience-member math here? John Travolta hasn't been funny since Battlefield Earth, Martin Lawrence hasn't been funny since he went crazy and ran around on the street, shirtless, waving a handgun, and Tim Allen hasn't been funny since ever. So why the hell would you think that all three of these over-the-hill hacks would somehow form a comedy Voltron? Is William H. Macy a little-known catalyst for hilarity? This time, there's no excusing yourself by saying "nothing else was playing." Zodiac came out this weekend, and it's amazing, and you fuck-sticks saw it to the tune of 13 mil...or less than HALF of what you shelled out to watch Vinny Barbarino in leather chaps! Seriously, people, you're all begging for a 747 straight up the ass.