Paul Burn

A Flaming Dumpster Fire of Hype and Disappointment If you're thinking of watching 28 years later — don't. This isn’t just a bad movie— it’s a soul-sucking, brain-melting, time-thieving insult to anyone with a functioning frontal lobe. The plot? Nonexistent. The characters? Paper-thin at best, insufferable at worst. And let’s talk about the rampant overuse of penises — because apparently, someone thought shock value equals quality. Spoiler: it doesn’t. Every minute was a masterclass in how to not make entertainment. I kept watching, hoping for a twist, a laugh, a single redeeming moment. Nothing. Just a steaming pile of cliché, stretched out over a runtime that felt like a hostage situation. Total rubbish. Waste of time, waste of money, and a warning to all: don’t believe the hype. This wasn’t art — it was a prank. And the joke’s on us.