This movie is an excellent example of Hollywood's plot to slowly seduce you into a state of self-induced vegetation, pushing biliously sweet doses of clichéd, formulaic, underwhelming mediocrity through the IV, seeping into your bloodstream until your brain is paralyzed into a state of liquefied comatose mush- not unlike the very movie that induced it. Meanwhile, they slip their poisonous fingertips into your back pocket, robbing you blind of your money and your self-respect before leaving you to rot in your movie seat. If ever there was an antithesis to creativity, depth of thought or the honesty of human emotion, this cheap, exploitative farce of a film certainly takes the cake. Yes, it really is that bad. 0/10 stars.
Review of Where the Heart Is
