My wife took a nap this afternoon and when she came downstairs I told her, 'I just watched the worst fucking movie I have seen this century. It had no plot. It was totally unbelievable. It was fragmented and it consisted of two hours of a car chase across the desert. The acting was flat and the ending would have been improved if everyone had died in a fiery crash, because the end made no sense.'
She looked at me and shrugged and walked away.
Sometimes a look is all that is necessary.
This is as good as it gets
A truck mounted hard rock guitarist stage with flames shooting out of the guitar, leading the charge.
The super villain and his son
Why did I sit there and watch it for two hours? The only excuse I can give is: I am a man, and sometimes we are not bright enough to change the channel.