Zero Stars (out of 4) By Aaron Dumont
Now, I would give you all a real, labored-over (actually, not really) review of this compost-bin-rate-Inland Empire, but I cannot due to a) me not being able to find sinister-sounding enough words that mean "horrible" within by trusty thesaurus, b) me not being able to pay attention to the actual plot due to distractions such as shameless self-promotion and enough tramp-ness to make even the most pitiful of nighttime-dwelling Hilton-wannabes look like Witherspoon's Tracy Flick, and c) because no one, not even my time-wasting self, would even dignify this movie with a full length review. Dedicating more than 10 words to this cinematic equivalent of tear gas is going to a dark place, losing an important part of your sanitary life. Oh, wait...
Now, I would give you all a real, labored-over (actually, not really) review of this compost-bin-rate-Inland Empire, but I cannot due to a) me not being able to find sinister-sounding enough words that mean "horrible" within by trusty thesaurus, b) me not being able to pay attention to the actual plot due to distractions such as shameless self-promotion and enough tramp-ness to make even the most pitiful of nighttime-dwelling Hilton-wannabes look like Witherspoon's Tracy Flick, and c) because no one, not even my time-wasting self, would even dignify this movie with a full length review. Dedicating more than 10 words to this cinematic equivalent of tear gas is going to a dark place, losing an important part of your sanitary life. Oh, wait...