By 1997, Rick Moranis was at a crossroads in his life. His wife, Ann Belsky,…

It only took 125 years of moviemaking, but The Misfits has finally given us the cinematic equivalent of a wet willie. That might sound a smidge dramatic, but after 94 miserable minutes of this sweaty, obnoxious action bonanza, I wanted to scrub out both my ears with soap.

Vanquish looks like it was funded with somebody’s allowance money. And if that were the case, if a bunch of plucky ragamuffins actually cobbled their lunch money to make this movie, I’d slap two more stars on this review. Alas, nope.

The Wrong Missy is a disastrous movie. It’s criminally unfunny and decidedly not romantic. I didn’t want Tim and Missy to get together.

“Angels and minsters of grace, defend us.” Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Star Trek IV: The…

It was like watching Wile E. Coyote climb into one of his homemade catapults, where feelings of disaster and dread are just part of the experience.

The good news is that babbling drunk is really the only way to survive the rest of the movie.  If you still wish to proceed, then grab a fifth of Mezcal and consider yourselves warned.

I’ll just go ahead and join the cat-cophony:  The decision to slather Cats in creepy CGI hobbles it right out of the gate.

 I’ve seen it twice now, and the second swirl and sniff really opens the bouquet of just how pungent this monsterpiece really is.  

Jexi had potential, buried underneath all the layers of badness.