The Ultimate Gift

Along with the rest of the staff, I continue picking through the remains of the winter movie season over at Pajiba:

There is no way that mere words on a page (or screen) could properly describe the experience of sitting through this movie — the spiritless acting, the hackneyed script, the unrelenting barrage of insults to one’s intelligence.

At least we sprung forward today. That means there should at least be some decent popcorn spectacles soon, and then some actual good movies again in the fall.