January is notoriously the dumping ground for Hollywood’s crappiest offerings, but this year they’re on some whole other mess.
The best thing about the apparently unwatchably bad Meet The Spartans has been reading the many, many angry reviews. They’re all like, ‘This movie might be the natural conclusion of capitalism’s fundamental, inexorable problems —- and maybe those of the human condition itself.”
And yet — they’re still caking. Between Spartans, Untraceable and Over Her Dead Body is it possible have we reached the absolute nadir of the moviegoing experience?
Why is that so dope to us?
