Don’t Say a Word is wigidy wigidy wigidy whack.

The gayest movie ever made.

That’s the basic story and it’s a bit rickety to begin with, but as it is fleshed out it crumbles.

The whole thing smacks of effort.

Why are they dumping this crap on us? Well, why did Pol Pot order murders of people who wore glasses? Evil. It’s the only reason that makes sense.

This isn’t ESPN’s fault, but based on the matches I’ve seen, it seems that sportsmanship is now totally a thing of the past.

I think some prop department has a Cramps poster and they break it out whenever some kid is supposed to be “alternative,”

Fireworks are supposed to be brilliant and glorious, but these look like explosions of mud.

I’d actually given Lucy Lui’s ass a separate credit. It gets more screen time than Bill Murray, so I think the credit is warranted.