Synopsis: Academy award winning Kim Bassinger vehicle. Review: Utter piece of irredeemable and squishy dog do, a flatulent heat buzz. Vacant and devoid of any particular idea, a testament to Hollywood’s sheer lack of creative impetus. "Sixth Sense" meets "Prophecy" in a kind of bizarre and inept accumulation of limp product; an effect that evokes the absolute poverty of the imagination now seemingly mass proliferated and circulated through corporate culture and tinsel empires. Another day another dollar. Lard brained exposition details the thundering obvious for a population weaned on an endless cycle of expectation and payoff (yes, I’m talking about you Johnny Drool). Rote, routine and thinly veiled American "family values/ in God we trust/ war on drugs" propaganda upchucked without passion (a lethargic burp that brings mulched baked beans and curd) right down the hairy exposed crack of this baron "doesn’t Kim look great for 47" script.
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