Michael Webb

Literally everything I got out of watching Downhill tonight, I could have gotten by repeatedly hitting myself in the forehead with a poorly constructed ball peen hammer. The pain The confusion The frustration The "why am I subjecting myself to this" The disappointment in quality The feeling that not only should I not have had to pay for this, but today there is no amount you could pay me to do it again. Supremely disappointed. After the media blitz this week I figured that the heck, Will could have another very good movie, with funny moments even if it is a drama. He's had the chops in the past. He did not tonight. Sigh. Where's the Advil?