It’s REALLY bad movie time again. I caught this when I got home and it was like a bad traffic accident that you couldn’t look away from. Good thing it was better than halfway through or I could have suffered irrevocable brain damage.
Shannon Tweed’s breasts couldn’t float this piece of crap.
My friends and I used to have a “film festival” every Thursday. One guy would go to the nearest Blockbuster and find the worst stinker he could find in order to complete his quest to find the worst movie in the world that still manages to be funny.
I can’t remember most of them, but there was one called “A Man Called Sarge” …it hurt. A lot.
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Couldn’t be any worse than what I turned off the other night (and a bad movie has to be pretty damn bad for me to turn it off): * Leprechaun in the Hood.*
I can’t beleive I actually sat through a half hour of it.