This has to be the worst movie I've ever seen. Thankfully I didn't watch all of it. I think this Dexter Fletcher retard was looking up to the teen-aged Anthony Michael Hall as his role model of studliness in this embarrassing train-wreck of a movie (and in the process, making the teen-aged Anthony Michael Hall look like Brad Pitt). The incessant 80s music soundtrack was only a little more tolerable than the sound of fingernails scraping a chalkboard. The little asides to the audience - that only worked for Ferris. With *this* movie, Dexter Dipshit's asides just made me want to beat the crap out of him. I mean, here he was, confiding in me, the audience, all his stupid-ass thoughts, as though we were the best of friends. I wanted to make sure he understood we were *not* the best of friends by beating him to a bloody pulp.
Seeing Ione naked should've helped, but it didn't. In fact, watching her writhe around with this little asshole made me never want to have sex again.
This movie is on my list of things to erase from history if ever I get hold of a time machine.
Seriously, this movie sucks major ass. Don't see it. I think I have a brain tumor now.
Seeing Ione naked should've helped, but it didn't. In fact, watching her writhe around with this little asshole made me never want to have sex again.
This movie is on my list of things to erase from history if ever I get hold of a time machine.
Seriously, this movie sucks major ass. Don't see it. I think I have a brain tumor now.