Why? Just why?

Is it really fair that there are all these talentless hacks making money in Hollywood while we all sit around completely broke? Look at the caliber of some big screen flicks lately...

Kangaroo Jack:
This movie is proof of the old adage of a thousand monkeys sitting at a thousand typewriters. Sooner or later they'll write the same thing they throw at each other. Stinking monkey feces. You know someone high up got blown to green light this piece of shit.

Catwoman:
I can see the meeting on this one:

Studio Hack #1: "Hmmm... How can we fuck up a good comic book worse than Batman and Robin?"
Studio Hack #2: "I'm pretty sure if we eat these brownies I found in my sons room, under his bed while we brainstorm we'll come up with something."

After this fucking disgrace the Academy should have asked for the Oscar back...

From Justin to Kelly:
Big song & dance numbers should be left to people with talent and Disney movies only. I would rather have explosive diarrhea for a week than sit through this retarded cluster-fuck of a 'film'.

You Got Served:
Yeah did I? Well in two more years the stars of this movie can serve me again. And don't forget to put extra ketchup in the bag.

Soul Plane:
Snoop Dogg and Tom Arnold. 'Nuff said.

In closing to all you wannabe writers out there... Obviously anyone can do it. I'd rather see something written by the half retarded inbred banjo player from Deliverance before I'd sit through anything associated with the movies listed above. I guess in the movie biz it's not who you know it's who you blow, and there had to be a lot of swordfights to get these piles of donkey shit to the Silver Screen.

- R