Anger Management
Stank on ice. Rarely do I see a movie that is so aggressive in its badness. Usually bad movies are either cookie-cutter, paint-by-numbers committee creations (most), or so bad they have some entertainment value. This was neither. I prayed for death.
Avoid.
Agreed. In the words of my friend Ty, “Ack! My taste!” I had to watch Requiem for a Dream to recuperate.