Tracey Freinberger

Best sleep I’ve had in years. I tried putting my glasses on to find the plot...I tried to duck for cover from the copious cliche lines but I couldn’t get any lower than the floorboard I was already snoring on. I groggily searched the fridge for some rotten tomatoes to throw at the telly but why damage a perfectly good tv just because I made the mistake of paying $5.95 to watch a badly plotted, poorly constructed, woodenly acted, overwroughtedly-soundtracked and downright shhhhiiiiiiiiiiiittttte movie. Hubby and I said when hitting the download button on F*#!tel that “It’ll either be reallllly good...or absolute poop. And if it’s poop, hopefully it’ll be the kind of bad that’s actually good”...But no. EPIC fail.