First images of Seth Rogen in 'An American Pickle' - Rogen plays dual leading roles as 1920s immigrant Herschel Greenbaum, who is brined alive for 100 years after falling into a factory vat of pickles and re-emerges in 2020 to live with his Brooklynite app developer great-grandson Ben.
mk0511 on July 1st, 2020 at 19:35 UTC »
Which one is supposed to be the Brooklyn app developer?
TooShiftyForYou on July 1st, 2020 at 19:56 UTC »
This film is based on the short story Sell Out by Simon Rich, who also wrote the screenplay.
An example of the dialogue written from the perspective of Seth Rogen's time traveling immigrant.
One night we have dinner with Claire, a goyish woman Simon mates with in defiance of our Lord.
“So,” she asks me, “where are you from originally?”
“Slupsk,” I tell her.
“It’s near the Poland-Lithuania border,” Simon explains, with big smile on his face. He is wrong, but I do not contradict him. He seems very proud of knowing this one fact about me.
“That’s so cool you’re from there,” Claire says to me. “I’ve always wanted to visit Eastern Europe.”
I fold my arms and squint at her.
“Why would you visit there?”
“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging. “I hear it’s got a really cool art scene.”
I lean in close to her.
“The only scene in Slupsk is people eating horse meat to live and killing each other for potatoes.”
I point my finger at her face.
“You must never go to Slupsk,” I warn her. “It is city of death.”
“Oh,” she says, softly. “O.K.”
She stands up.
“I’m going to cut up the tofu.”
“Thanks, honey,” Simon says.
“You must never go to Slupsk!” I call out after her.
When girl is gone, I grip Simon’s shoulder and stare him in the eyes.
“That girl is too thin,” I say. “She has not long to live.”
Simon chuckles.
“That’s just how girls look these days,” he says. “Look, I’ll show you.”
He opens thick, smelly book with shiny pages. It is magazine, he explains, called The Vogue.
“This model’s famous,” he says, pointing to mostly naked woman. “She’s married to Orlando Bloom.”
I squint at the picture. The girl is very pale, with vacant eyes.
“I have seen this disease in Slupsk,” I tell him. “First, they cough the blood. Then they begin to shake. They ask for the water, but when you bring them some to drink it makes them vomit up the black. They die screaming, their eyes wide open, afraid.”
Claire returns.
“Who wants tofu?” she asks.
“Please,” I tell her. “Eat my portion.”
mexican_mystery_meat on July 1st, 2020 at 19:59 UTC »
Insert an obligatory scene where his great grandson introduces him to a bong and they begin to chuckle.