So I for some reason watched the trailer for September’s I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, which is desperately in need of a red-band clip, and I don’t think I laughed once. Or even smiled knowingly. I mean, I’m all on board with the notion of politically incorrect, carousing-guys flicks, and as if it was in doubt, the mega-success of this summer’s The Hangover proved there’s an audience for R-rated movies with copious amounts of nudity and strong sexual content. But the trailer seemed to leave out actual punchlines, just in favor of simple plot explanation, and filler dialogue. It mostly just made me wonder why Jesse Bradford wasn’t a bigger star, honestly. Not because of any manifested talent, necessarily. Just that he really has the look of a star — the proper jawline, stubble, smoker’s voice, gift with a crooked grin, etcetera. If I was his agent, I’d get that kid in a movie with Colin Farrell, stat, as bad-boy brothers working some scam.