SCIWORLD2

Find Me Jumping. Not many films are so horribly bad that they inspire me to hurl myself off a cliff rather than watch them. After the first fifteen minutes of this film, I started hitting myself in the head with an empty pot. After an hour, it was a full wine bottle. Now I'm online buying plane tickets to Cyprus so I can jump off that cliff after seeing almost all of this film. Unfortunately, I'll need to find more self destructive things to do rather than continue to watch this, because the film will be over before my flight leaves for Cypress tonight. Stick to singing, Harry.