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Noah’s Ark 2 – Onion Infinite Showdown

Red Robin presents: The Onion Infinite!

Standing a staggering 7 inches tall, the Onion Infinite will satisfy your deepest craving for melted cheese slathered in mayonnaise. So big it has to be served on a stick, the Onion Infinite combines teryaki beef, fried onions, spicy mayonnaise, and eight slices of cheese into a sandwich that tells your heart to go fuck itself. It’s man food time.

The Onion Infinite was created by Sole.Sushi. All blame should go to him.

Ingredients:
Onion bun
Onion straws
Cheddar double
Pepper jack double
Sauteed onions
Angry onions
Banzai beef patty
Banzai beef patty
Chipotle mayonnaise
Campfire mayonnaise
Ancho mayonnaise
Another of this burger

The Onion Infinite is a recursive hamburger, meaning that it contains a copy of itself as an ingredient, which contains a copy of itself as an ingredient, and so on to infinity. We decided to only eat two, but maybe one day the technology will exist for a truly infinite hamburger. It will be served with a glass of Coke in a Klein bottle.

Ancho mayo and angry onions weren’t available, so we substituted in red onions and a fried egg in honor of Smash Mouth.

Last year I ate a hamburger called the Noah’s Ark, a goon invention consisting of two of every animal. Two beef patties, two chicken patties, two fish patties, two veggie patties, and two helpings of bacon. It was documented in this Comedy Goldmine, and in this video of me trying and failing to eat it. The video got passed around the internet, and was seen by a man named Big Josh, who took on the challenge and actually finished the whole thing. I got in contact with him on Twitter, and me and him have been shit-talking each other for it over the last year and a half. We’ve been talking about doing a hamburger showdown, and we decided it was finally time after raddits posted this thread.

Last Saturday I drove several hours across the province to meet Josh, so we could settle our spat the way only two responsible grown men approaching 30 can: making complete asses of ourselves in front of a restaurant full of gawking onlookers. Now, I’d been training for this all week, including eating the Onion Infinite Jr, and beating the Smash Mouth 24 egg challenge. I was feeling pretty confident that I could eat the burger the fastest, or at least eat the most before giving up. Then I met my opponent.

Guess which one I am.

I knew right away that I was completely fucked. I’m 5’8 and 130 pounds. Josh is 6’8 and over 300 pounds. If I had known this beforehand, I probably wouldn’t have driven three hours with a car full of friends to watch me be utterly humiliated, and then filmed and put on the internet so random strangers can tell me what a colossal faggot I am. But I was already there, so we went to Red Robin.




Will do!

The waitress had a little bit of difficulty trying to understand just what the hell I was trying to order, or why I needed two of them. Then Josh ordered two, and we started to attract an audience. Staff, patrons, even entire families started coming over to see what the fuss was about.

I ordered and entire pitcher of water to wash down the burger. My strategy was the same as the one I’d been practising all week: small bites, swallow with water, repeat until finished or opponent gives up.

Then the burgers were delivered.

Now I’m doubly fucked. Put together, the Onion Infinite stands a whopping seven inches tall.


Josh tried to get his to a proper size by squishing it down, while I put mine on a skewer and started vainly gnawing at the edges.


My water strategy immediately went out the window after I took one bite and realized cheese doesn’t break down in water. I had to just plow through the whole thing and hope my opponent gave up, or died, or something.

The burger itself was actually pretty good. I would order an Onion Infinite if it was maybe a quarter of the size of the real one. All the strange flavors balanced each other out nicely into a strangely sweet, but spicy hamburger. At least, until you made your way towards the ultra-dense onion-packed centre.

The middle of the Onion Infinite is so onion-y that we started sweating down our backs, giving our quickly growing audience the horrific sight of two grown men eating hamburgers larger than their heads, shirts drenched in sweat, faces smeared in various sauces and mayonnaise flavors, belching and and trying not to barf, while another group of grown men giggled and filmed and took pictures.

We were both in agreement at this point that it was actually a good thing our wives weren’t there to support us.

A man walked by at this point and muttered “Jesus Christ” and shook his head in disapproval, and people started to walk away in disgust. I had to take off my glasses because they were so smeared in various Onion Infinite juices that I couldn’t see out of them.

I was feeling pretty good when I figured I was about a third of the way through the burger. I was still making good pace, and still had some room in my belly for a little more Onion Infinite. Then I looked over at Josh and saw that he was finishing his last bite. He ate the entire thing in less than ten minutes. He swallowed the Onion Infinite like a goddamned anaconda.


Josh got a round of applause from everyone watching, which now included a significant portion of the kitchen staff. Complete strangers mocked me to my face, and then as a final insult, the waitress brought us each the bill for one Onion Infinite.

I humbly bow the the amazing eating skills of Big Josh. He’s beaten me twice, once in front of the internet, and once face-to-face in front of both friends and strangers. In fact, here’s a video of Josh destroying me in the Onion Infinite challenge.

The Onion Infinite is available at Red Robin restaurants for only $37.25

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Vampires Suck review (work print)

 Warning! This is not a review of the finished movie! This is a review of a work print, and may not reflect the finished product. It’s quite possible that the final cut is even worse.

I now know what it is like to die. We are all going to Hell, because only in a world ruled by Satan and devoid of a kind and loving God could a movie like Vampires Suck exist.

To put it another way, this is not a very good movie. It’s an utterly toothless satire of Twilight and New Moon, and if that pun made you laugh, then you’re in luck – a large majority of the jokes in the movie are puns ripped straight from the pages of a knock-knock joke book for third graders. This replaces the duo’s former tropes of lame Michael Jackson jokes and Brangelina adoption references. This movie actually shows Friedberg and Seltzer breaking some new comedy ground by exchanging some of their old bad habits for new habits that are bad in completely different ways. For example, there isn’t a single midget to be found, and only one character gets farted on. Also gone are the parade of endless pop-culture references and characters from random movie trailers. These have been replaced by… absolutely nothing. Vampires Suck may very well be the first comedy ever made that consists almost entirely of characters walking between set-pieces, and occasionally driving between them. Most of this is in slow-motion. Not all has changed, though – the movie contains the absolutely staggering amount of fight sequences and totally pointless dance-offs that Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer are known for. In fact, the last fifteen minutes are almost entirely made up of alternating dancing and fighting scenes.

Now, I know my usual thing with reviews of these kinds of movies is to go over every single joke, but I can’t bring myself to do that for this one. Not because the jokes are so excruciatingly bad, but because they’re so excruciatingly dull (also, because since the movie’s not out yet, I’m trying to keep my spoilage to the bare minimum as to not get sued.) At least Disaster Movie had the courtesy to be spectacularly atrocious. If anything, it exists as a time capsule of the very moment we, as a society, decided that having people dressed like pop culture figures walk onto the screen and state their name directly into the camera could constitute as an entire joke. Vampires Suck, however, is so unremittingly lame that mocking it seems almost cruel. For example, take the scene that parodies the part in New Moon where Bella drives a motorcycle really fast down a winding dirt road. In Vampires Suck, Bella drives a motorcycle really fast down a winding dirt road… while playing a guitar! Or, take the parody of with scene from Twilight where Edward watches Bella sleep. In Vampires Suck, Edward watches Bella sleep… while wearing curlers in his hair and applying Crest Whitestrips! How the fuck do you even make fun of something like that? It’s two minutes of setup apiece, and neither one ends in a complete punchline. It’s the cinematic equivalent of an editorial cartoon from Readers Digest. “Werewolf peeing on a fire hydrant” is ripped straight out of a Halloween-themed colouring book. “Vampires eat Count Chocula” is so lame it wouldn’t be printed on a box of Count Chocula.

Let’s try going over the very first scene in detail. The movie opens with Edward Sullen (if you’re already rolling your eyes, I highly recommend closing your browser window now) exposing himself to the Volturi at a Vampire-themed High School prom. Stripping naked in the sunlight, his body starts to glitter and his penis turns into a disco ball (this is the audience’s cue to march out of the theatre and demand a refund.) The Volturi stand around and apply sunblock while drinking True Blood out of 40oz malt liquor bottles. A swarm of women in Team Edward shirts, and another swarm of women in Team Jacob shirts, start duking it out with medieval weapons for no particular reason, except to introduce a running gag where Twilight is a series of books and movies that exists in a universe that’s identical to Twilight already, except with far more characters getting kicked in the groin. This gag later culminates into the cast going to the movies to watch Eclipse and spoiling the ending to the people waiting in line. It’s the kind of metahumor that Mel Brooks could pull off effortlessly in his prime. Vampires Suck, however, makes Dracula: Dead and Loving It seem like Young Frankenstein. It makes Stan Helsing seem like Dracula: Dead and Loving It. Anyway, Bella comes running to save him, leaping high into the air in slow motion, a gag that will be repeated approximately one hundred and eighty billion times by the end of the movie. A vampire with one giant middle tooth leaps in the air to stop Becca. The movie freeze-frames here, and it’s the last we’ll see of the Volturi again until this exact same scene happens again during the climax in slightly under an hour.

That’s less than two minutes of running time right there. By the 18 minute mark, there have already been two giant fight scenes, two incest jokes, a bowling ball getting dropped on a baby, the cast of The Jersey Shore showing up in a high school cafeteria for no reason whatsoever, and good look at a vampire’s Facebook profile (same as everyone’s, apparently). Twilight’s famous scene of a fan blowing Bella’s scent to Edward is parodied by having Edward put on a hazmat suit. A man gets his neck broken and screams in pain for a disturbing length of time. Bella farts in her sleep and blows Edward out the window. Edward shows he’s dangerous by shooting Alice and knocking her down the rabbit hole. Edward is attacked by a vampire squirrel. I’m not even skipping that much – the movie is really that devoid of jokes, and the ones that do exist really are that dire. The jokes that aren’t horribly disgusting are so juvenile they’d be rejected from a Saturday morning cartoon. Vampires put condiments on people, drink blood with a silly straws, wear false teeth, see the big picture by literally looking at a giant picture, and walk human-form werewolves on leashes. A vampire drinks someone’s blood by biting them on the INSERT FANGS HERE tattoo on their neck. The movie ends with Ken Jeong being made Prom King, a plot that was only introduced five minutes earlier, and Edward gets killed by a girl with a TEAM JACOB shirt. It’s even more boring to write about than it is to watch, and I can’t imagine reading it is any easier. And I haven’t even touched on the smaller gags, like how all the businesses in town of Sporks (yes, Sporks) are Vampire-themed.

There are exactly five punchlines that the movie recycles over and over again, and they are LOL VAMPIRES, LOL GROSS, LOL PUN, LOL GAY, and LOL BLACK. I’ve covered the first three in more than enough detail already, but the last two deserve a brief look. I’ve accused Friedberg and Seltzer of making movies that come across homophobic and racist in the past, and this movie isn’t any different. All of the buff, shirtless natives are flamingly gay and dance to “It’s Raining Men”, and the black vampire is perpetually stoned. The movie has exactly one black character, and he’s a stoner. In 2010. I honestly can’t remember a single black character from any Seltzerberg movie that wasn’t a massive pothead, or a single gay character that wasn’t flaming. I’m not sure how a script with a gay character yelling “Go get him, girls!” to a bunch of other gay men managed to get greenit in twenty fucking ten, but here it is!

The casting of this movie is just downright depressing. The head of the Volturi is played by Ken Jeong, who gets maybe five minutes of screen time, and manages to do absolutely nothing with it. His character is given no motivation or character definition, and his pasty white makeup ends up making him look like he has food poisoning. Dave Foley has even less screen time as the High School principal, and spends his few brief scenes on the verge of tears and with a look of utter self-loathing in his eyes. Diedrich Bader, who plays Bella’s father, gives the movie its single good performance, and occasionally manages to reel the movie in from “unwatchable” to just “bad”. The rest of the cast is passable, neither good or memorably bad. Everyone and everything is just so forgettable that I started hoping for a truly terrible performance just so something interesting would happen.

The movie simply putts along from scene to scene until at some point it decides to end. In case you’re curious what the movie’s actually about, the first half is Twilight, and the second half is New Moon. If you thought those movies were hard to sit through on their own, just wait until you get to sit through both! The movie edges over the line from bad to godawful right around the time the vampires eat finger sandwiches with actual fingers in them, and it just keeps getting worse and worse until it finally mercifully ends. Instead of an endless parade of pop culture crap, it’s just a straight retelling of the first two Twilight movies, except with vampires putting condiments on people, and the occasional racist slam against black people. Even the cast members don’t seem to be having any fun. It’s just a completely miserable and joyless experience, and I seriously doubt any amount of editing can change that. It’s only 75 minutes long, but it’s only surpassed by Nukie in “perceived length of movie vs. actual length” agony.

I seriously doubt there will be a worse movie released this year, or any year.

Rating: 0 out of 5 bats

Twilight: New Moon review

Having hated the first Twilight movie, I was a little worried when when my wife managed to score opening day tickets for New Moon. I didn’t feel any better when we walked into the theatre to find that we were older than a majority of the audience by at least a decade.

The opening few scenes left me cold. The acting hadn’t got any better since the first movie, and the vampire makeup was noticeably worse. Whereas the first movie gave the Cullens pale white faces that looked like last-minute Halloween costumes, New Moon cakes their entire heads in so much white makeup that they look like a family of mimes. However, the vampires disappear fairly early in, and are replaced by a pack of Native American werewolves who insist on wandering around shirtless all the time. We’re introduced to them when a naked man walks out of the woods holding Bella’s unconscious body, and everybody celebrates and thanks him instead of doing the obvious thing and calling the police. Things take a turn for the outright hilarious when Edwards starts manifesting himself as Bella’s conscience, and unfortunately ends up looking like a sickly Obi-Wan Kenobi. I settled in and prepared for an even more painful experience than sitting through the first movie.

My feelings for the franchise, however, completely turned around when, less than half an hour into the movie, my wife stood up and loudly announced “This movie is stupid, I’m leaving!” We got dirty looks from all the teenage girls, looks of awe from all the teenage boys, and we even got our money back from the theatre. We re-spent that money at the bar next door.

New Moon truly is the gift that keeps on giving this holiday season.

5/5