Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Year's Worst Travel Movie
This isn't a plane trip, but you still need a vomit bag - a fantasy world less interesting than most cornfields, geeky white aristocrats dancing and lip-syncing soul, plus belly flab and butt crack close-up-shots. Must I go on? Recommending this movie to an enemy could be the sweetest form of revenge. Jack Black should have to do penance before making another film. Go ahead: watch it and post a comment that I'm exaggerating. I dare you.