At least Bill Murray had a way out. I didn't. First time in my life that a movie made me wish for a nice, fat cyanide capsule to end my suffering. It wasn't even "funny" bad, like Lesbian Vampire Killers, or Adventureland.
Without giving anything away, as a viewer, you find yourself sitting there with question marks over your head wondering how on earth anyone secured funding for something like this AND how someone could actually get PAID to write it.
No beginning...no end. And mindless drivel in between.
It was just bad bad bad. Sorry.
Without giving anything away, as a viewer, you find yourself sitting there with question marks over your head wondering how on earth anyone secured funding for something like this AND how someone could actually get PAID to write it.
No beginning...no end. And mindless drivel in between.
It was just bad bad bad. Sorry.