A dull movie, even one whose moral is that premarital sex is great.

Trish gets into bed with Mitch, even though she'd told him ten minutes before that she wasn't stupid enough to fall for his smooth talk. Then Morty comes out of the closet and starts watching them! When they catch on, Morty throws Mitch out the window, and we see that Mitch's pants are somehow still on!

Sadly, I didn't learn how to be somebody from watching this video. But I did learn that 54 minutes of Mr. T clowning around with a bunch of kids can be (and were) the longest 54 minutes of my life.

A repulsive "Rambo" knockoff that brought out feelings of sheer visceral hatred I didn't know I still had in me.

Dollman. Doll. Man. Even the name sounds stupid.

Or: "Commie-Killing Crotch Rockets"

Black Belt tells Sydney to "do the dishes or something," and she whips out a gun, blasts the plates into bits and says "They're done!" Touche!

The director is asking the audience to take it on faith that these rabbits, who are only shown hopping, frolicking and sniffing things, are really a threat to the town. It also doesn't help that when a rabbit is actually attacking someone, the "rabbit" is very clearly a guy in a bunny suit.

Hi Honey, I'm Dead presents a number of questions that deserve answers in my book. Questions like "If you died, and the first angel you saw was Paul Rodriguez, would Hell really seem so bad?"

To sum up, Shatner's been in charge of the president's safety for about forty seconds and has completely botched it.