Movie 43


It’s hard to put into words how much I loathed this piece of crap as soon as the credits rolled. Directed by jerks, written by idiots and starring a lot of people who should’ve known better, I simply can’t believe I sat through the whole thing. It’s truly inexplicable. Sure I laughed. Twice. When Stifler and Johnny Knoxville beat up the leprechaun(only to immediately regret it when I saw just how far they took this sketch) and at the end when Terrance Howard rallies the basketball team with how the white guys scoring one point was the “victory.” It was genuinely funny. The rest of this movie is uninspired nonsense. An affront to taste of any kind. A complete waste of time. I’ve never been more embarrassed to admit I’ve watched a movie. There was a time when entertainment meant actually entertaining. It seems that everyone who got cut a check for this movie had nothing but contempt for it’s audience. I’m ashamed of you, Hollywood. This isn’t “genius.” This wasn’t “groundbreaking.” There’s not a hint that anyone involved gave a flying deuce bucket about what was happening in this barely held together insult to intelligence.


And, I fear that was the entire point.

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Joshua has been an avid fan of movies since he first saw Indiana Jones escape that rolling boulder and resoundingly punch Nazis to death. Forever wrestling with the notion of "why" in movies, he believes there is such a thing as "A Perfect Film."