Seriously though, for a movie that is almost always mentioned favorably, Celtic Pride was a huge shitpile! The Baron felt a combination of embarrassed, ashamed, guilty and vomity throughout the entire film.
Just in case it isn't obvious to actors, producers and writers, if test audiences feel intensely sorry for the characters in your movie, perhaps it's time to toss it in the dumpster. Evidently whoever shat out Celtic Pride was consumed by hubris and ignored the advice of everyone who had anything to do with it because JESUS RAPEOSAUR RIDING CHRIST!
Dan Akroyd and Marv should be fucking ashamed of themselves! I mean did either one of them read the fucking script?
Sure Dan's career was over decades ago, but poor Marv! He was flying high after Home Alone and Home Alone le Deuce and then this leaky bag of diarrhea soup landed in his lap and he latched on like a remora on a particularly badassed shark.
It's not like Marv was going places anyway, but he could have at least banged out a few decent comedies and socked away a little cash for his brood of hideous children before he committed career suicide.
The really baffling thing about this whole scenario is that The Baron knows people who love this movie. How the fuck can that be? I mean how many of y'all Celtic Pride lovers have been kicked in the head by a mule? The odds are staggering.
And another thing. The Baron doesn't blame Damon Wayans for this movie. His entire career is based off movies so abysmally bad that even a retarded, shit-covered chimp would refuse to watch for all the bananas in Panama. Even so, just like a dung beetle, Damon manages to make a life out of shit and The Baron simply cannot fault the man for successfully exploiting his niche.
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