Since leaving Law & Order: SVU, Christopher Meloni has been one busy guy. He's already stirring up trouble on True Blood and now comes word that the actor will join the Paul Rudd and Amy Poehler romantic-comedy spoof, They Came Together, according to The Hollywood Reporter .
The project is turning out to be a big Wet Hot American Summer reunion with director David Wain and co-writer Michael Showalter bringing in Rudd, Poehler and now Meloni.
Rudd and Poehler star as a mismatched pair (he's a corporate honcho; she owns a knick-knack shop and their initial hatred towards each other grows into romance). With funny-people like Ed Helms, Cobie Smulders and The New Girl's Max Greenfield already signed on, it's certainly building buzz as one to watch.
But the big question is: Will Wet Hot co-star Bradley Cooper have a cameo?
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"You know what the problem is with director David Wain's and writer Michael Showalter's new romantic comedy parody They Came Together, starring Amy Poehler and Paul Rudd?" said somebody. "It's just not awesome enough." As drunk as that person must have been, he (or she) apparently had some influence: Max Greenfield is joining the cast!
Greenfield currently plays New Girl's Schmidt (who everyone at Hollywood.com just realized does not seem to have a first name), the Fox comedy's strongest purveyor of laughs... unless Jake Johnson is kicking a flower, or Zooey Deschanel is trying to do pretty much anything — okay, everyone on that show is just plain awesome.
They Came Together will be Greenfield's first feature film role since earning notoriety on the surprise hit that is New Girl, and only his third big screen part to date. He was previously cast in the 2004 drama Cross Bronx, and the 2005 comedy When Do We Eat. Thus, They Came Together might also have the distinction of his first big screen role that anyone will actually see.
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Greenfield will play Rudd's brother, who's branded as a listless slacker — it's a sharp contrast to the highest-maintenance-possible Schmidt. But there is no doubt that the comically proficient performer will handle the role like a pro. You can bet your driving moccasins on it.
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Director David Wain rounds up some of his buddies from the 1990s comedy troupe The State to poke fun at the do’s and don’ts of the Ten Commandments. No need to fall on your knees and pray for forgiveness if you’ve forgotten whose house you should not covet. Wain breaks down the Ten Commandments in episodic fashion and confers the task of introducing each outlandish morality tale upon his Wet Hot American Summer star Paul Rudd. The silliness is firmly established when Wain examines the consequences of worshipping a false idol. In this case it’s Adam Brody who enjoys fame and fortune after he accidentally jumps from a plane sans parachute. Not that he can reap the benefits of sudden stardom—he’s stuck in the ground and can’t be moved. But Brody’s predictament isn’t necessarily the oddest. A 35-year-old virgin (Gretchen Mol) goes weak at the knees when she’s hit on by none other than Jesus Christ (Justin Theroux). Liev Schreiber engages in a game of oneupmanship with his neighbor when both start snapping their town’s supply of CAT scan machines. Life imitates art when Winona Ryder learns the hard way that stealing causes her nothing but pain and shame. Rudd gets in on the fun as the lucky devil juggles married life with Famke Janssen with his booty calls with Jessica Alba. But Wain inflicts the most humiliation on his co-writer Ken Marino whose arrogant surgeon learns the hard way playing pranks on patients will only led to life in prison and a nightly “ass-raping.” As you can tell Wain’s not really into making subtle statements about the set of rules we observe—intentionally or otherwise—in our everyday lives. By finally making good use of her sticky fingers Winona Ryder reveals she’s ready to laugh at her past transgressions. Not that she goes off on a shoplifting spree. No she purloins a ventriloquist’s puppet in the name of love. Nothing in The Ten beats the hilarious though unsettling sight of a game Ryder getting all freaky with her wooden object of affection. She hasn’t let her hair down like this before so good for her. But she’s got some competition from Gretchen Mol whose screams of “Jesus” during hot and sweaty sex are let out with intense religious fervor. The award for Harried Husband of the Year goes to Paul Rudd Knocked Up’s henpecked spouse. But he plays the role of an estranged hubby with such biting wit that he makes marital disharmony a joy to behold. Still it’s hard to see why Famke Janssen and Jessica Alba—both wasted by the way—would fight over this dweeb. A hysterically deadpan Liev Schreiber spoofs his oh-so-serious forensics expert from this past season’s CSI Oliver Platt does a killer Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation and Rob Corddry gives brutal prison sex a kind face. The Ten isn’t exactly the full-fledged State reunion fans are waiting for especially as Thomas Lennon and Michael Ian Black barely make their presence felt. But Kerri Kenny is relentlessly cheerful as a sitcom-ish mom who fails to convince her two black sons that their real dad is the Governator. And an oily Ken Marino quickly loses his smirk once behind bars though he takes his punishment like a real man. David Wain can sleep well at night knowing that The Ten won’t cost him his place in Heaven. While there’s no denying that the Bible-inspired buffoonery on display is irreverent at best Wain and cohort Marino do not take a sledgehammer to the stone tablets. Instead they seem more interested in how the Ten Commandments play a role in our lives regardless of our religious beliefs. That said whatever point they try to make is lost amid the sexual shenanigans. Not that it takes a theologian to deduce that murder is bad stealing is wrong and buying up the town’s supply of CAT scan machines is asking for trouble. By the very nature of its structure The Ten can’t help but unfold as a series of interconnected sketches that sadly lack a punchline. But it’s so goofy and hilariously borderline offense that it’s hard not to be caught up in all the silliness. Indeed Wain’s preoccupation with sex provokes more nervous laughs than groans of disgust. And The Ten offers some side-splitting parodies of family sitcoms prison dramas crime procedure shows and preachy faith-based dramas. There’s even a warning against skipping church on Sundays—and letting it all hang out literally with your buddies—that would turn Homer Simpson into Ned Flanders. Wain orchestrates all this madness in the anything-goes manic style of Airplane! or Scary Movie. The Ten is by no means a minor miracle of the comedy kind but if you accept it for what it is rather than what it tries to be than it’s certainly worth skipping evening services to see.