The Sheep Detectives isn’t a story about human detectives investigating sheep. It’s about sheep investigating the murder of their human shepherd, George (Hugh Jackman).

It’s been twenty years since The Devil Wears Prada was released in theaters. That’s plenty of time for someone to have written an interesting sequel, show it to their friend, and their friend to roll it up, smack that writer upside the head with it, and say “no.”

Betty is the only reason, other than the Pretty Maids to see this piece of shit. Betty is horny, not having had sex in 13 months.

In a movie like Normal, you can’t help but smile some of the time. Not because it’s a well-written movie. Not because of stand-out performances. And certainly not because of a title that is so blatantly tongue-in-cheek its subtitle should be a rimshot

In response to your request to review this movie, I’m happy to report that this is, indeed, a movie. What’s it about, you ask? Well, it’s a serial killer movie. So, it’s about serial killers. Yes.

Because Craig Schwartz (Cusack), an unemployed puppeteer stuck in a bleak marriage with his pet-obsessed wife Lotte (Diaz), takes a filing job on the bizarre 7½th floor of an office building, where he discovers a hidden door.