Disclaimer: Sorry, I'm not going to include any "corn"-related puns in this review, because I don't want to sink that low. So I'm sorry if you're easily amused and wanted to read about how "corny" this movie was, about its "cornball" characters, or even about uni"corn"s. Wahahahha! Sorry, that's lame even for me. Anyway...
This movie sucks beyond your wildest dreams. It's seriously not worth tracking down, not even for the "bad movie"-buffs who enjoyed Plan 9 From Outer Space or 'Manos' The Hands of Fate. It's truly vile, non-scary, non-exciting, non-watchable, non-interesting stupidity and proud of it. Imagine a public restroom that hasn't been cleaned for the past eight weeks or so. That's the setting. Then imagine that someone forgot to flush after having the runs in the nearest stall. That's the cast. Now imagine that a preppy teenybopper who just drank her first beer vomited bile all over the contents of that particular toilet. That's the direction. Now imagine flies crawling all over the contents of that toilet. That's us, the audience. Prepare to be truly "horrorfied".
See it only if Mr. Bean haunts your darkest dreams. By the way, you don't have to thank me for the mental image. It was my gift to you.
(r#102)
This movie sucks beyond your wildest dreams. It's seriously not worth tracking down, not even for the "bad movie"-buffs who enjoyed Plan 9 From Outer Space or 'Manos' The Hands of Fate. It's truly vile, non-scary, non-exciting, non-watchable, non-interesting stupidity and proud of it. Imagine a public restroom that hasn't been cleaned for the past eight weeks or so. That's the setting. Then imagine that someone forgot to flush after having the runs in the nearest stall. That's the cast. Now imagine that a preppy teenybopper who just drank her first beer vomited bile all over the contents of that particular toilet. That's the direction. Now imagine flies crawling all over the contents of that toilet. That's us, the audience. Prepare to be truly "horrorfied".
See it only if Mr. Bean haunts your darkest dreams. By the way, you don't have to thank me for the mental image. It was my gift to you.
(r#102)