Oh deary, deary me.
He’s clearly in trouble with the wife, as he’s been forced to bump up a “chick friendly” rom com up the order to get him out of the doghouse. Sadly, the film in question is a romantic comedy that manages to be singularly unfunny.
Why would that be? Well, the presence of Rob Schneider almost automatically guarantees an absence of laughter. Personally, I think this film is garbage, but let’s see what Pillows thinks:
Foiling Droid: Mrs. Jarv takes the bullet meant for Jarv by watching the insulting oestrogen-fest “He’s Just Not That Into You”
This is a public service announcement for all you poor bastards with other halves that insist on inflicting dismal romantic comedies that are neither funny nor romantic on you.
Droid, mistakenly believing himself to be smarter than the average drop bear, thought that he would be able to inflict “He’s Just Not That Into You” on me by duty of me being married. Unfortunately for him, Mrs. Jarv is both far smarter and far nicer than him, and so took the chance to watch this nauseating bucket of vomit while I was at work. As an added bonus, she thought it was so hateful, and so despicable, that she’s actually written a review- so guys, anyone who has a missus threatening with this, present this as a female viewpoint to an odious film and stick Bitch Slap in instead. Anyhoo, enough waffle from me, here it is:
Echo’s rating: 3 out of 4 Changs
Stephen King’s Cat’s Eye is an absolute product of the 80s. Every little detail of it is so true to the time period that it dates itself almost immediately. There are cheesy covers of Police songs, Alan King hamming it up, and a scene where James Woods brings his daughter a Cabbage Patch Kid doll and takes the time to describe which kind it is. None of that matters though because Cat’s Eye is a blast from beginning to end. I’ve always enjoyed anthologies, especially in the horror genre, and this one gets extra points for tying its crazy stories around the collar of a wandering tabby cat. Read More…