The teeth are the only sharp thing in this whole movie. Many times before I’ve complained about movies made with 12-year-olds in mind. But honestly, I think this one really was directed by a pubescent boy. Leading indicator: a fetishistic obsession with boobs that manifests itself with multiple down-shirt shots. And to make matters even more childish, every time someone touches a woman’s chest, we get a loud honking noise. Maybe they thought this was funny. There’s something in here about carp being mutated by radioactive waste, but if it ever had a chance to be entertaining that opportunity was swiftly squandered by the juvenile “humor.” Wish I’d skipped it
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