Like: “If you go see Dinner for Schmucks, you’re the real schmuck.” (Because you want to be punished, either by the reviewer or the movie itself.)
Or: “Dinner for Schmucks, it sure sucks.” (Rhyming is always funny. Don’t trust me, ask my bunny!)
Or: “Dinner for Schmucks is like a four-course dinner that saves the best for last.” (Actually, that one’s not very funny.)
Or: “Steve Carell is no schmuck!” (Ha, ha, you know he totally is, though.)
Or: “The original French film was better.” (That has to be a joke, because when are the French ever better than us at anything?) (Also, would that be classified as jingoism or racism? Is French a race? Should I have paid more attention in sociology?)
At any rate, for these jokes and more, I’ll just say this: Dinner for Schmucks looks very, very not funny, and I’m a little weary of Paul Rudd.