Nothing about the second trailer for the semi-queasy-looking Dinner for Schmucks makes the movie look any more promising or plausible (and yes, I still do need to check out the French original. I feel like the smirking in that one might have more…nuance).
That said, Steve Carrell’s announcement that he can fix Paul Rudd’s thrown-out back because “I am a trained taxidermist,” only to be reminded by Rudd that “And I am alive,” is relatively great. I hate being the kind of person who is occasionally suckered into a movie by a great fragment of dialogue. It probably means that I see more bad movies that I ought. But I suppose I think of my ticket purchases as a stimulus to the poor writers out there who care, and who fight to get those fragments in the movies and the trailers.