From the opening scene, this movie slaps you upside yo' face with its inanity. "OMFG!", you will be thinking, if you find yourself in the unfortunate circumstance of seeing this movie in a theatre, with the sinking feeling that you are doomed to an hour-and-a-half more of this formulaic crap. Yes, it really is going to be that bad. Don't kid yourself - it doesn't get better. And guess what, the shallow attempts of the screenwriter and director to manipulate you emotionally (yes, they even wheel out the horribly sad death of the beloved family golden retriever to cue up the Kleenex) will leave you feeling oh so resentful and angry. Fortunately, most of you won't even have to worry about seeing this shlockfest; it's limited release (I'm guessing, I mean right?) means that only those of us in the good ol' rolling hills of Virginia have to put up with this crap. Trust me, unless your the writer's mama, don't waste your f-ing time or money.
Review of Familiar Strangers
