Last night I was laughing with Matty Price because he gets all choked up by the Rachel Getting Married trailer, but truth be told, I am no better, because my crybaby trailer is even stupider. My Kryptonite is, unfortunately, the trailer for Mira Nair's The Namesake. That shit put me into paroxysms of emotional fervour back at the beginning of last year. It starts off goofy enough, playing into that Van Wilder vibe, but by about the 2 minute mark I am standing on my chair shouting "YEAH KUMAR! DISCOVER YOUR HERITAGE!!"

I suspect I should not see that movie.