Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Just…bad. The right adjective has not be invented to describe just how bad this thing is. Granted, I don’t like Jack Black, but I have a number of friends who love him and they all hated this movie. That’s pretty telling.

I had high hopes for this movie, marketed as Brian De Palma’s comeback, but you know a movie is truly bad when you being drunk while watching it doesn’t make it better…or maybe it did and it’s even worse than I thought.

Bobby is not a great movie. Not even close. The script is awful and in spots incredibly pointless. However, what Estevez lacks as a writer and actor he makes up for as a pretty decent director, even if he needs to work on his pacing. Bobby is a well shot and acted film and in the end that is what saves it from itself.

Marie Antoinette isn’t a bad movie, just an utterly boring one. Sofia Coppola’s direction and screenplay are totally devoid of anything of interest, apparently refusing to sacrifice her clunky dialogue - which falls from each actor’s lips like lead bricks - for anything even resembling character development. Only bored, angst-filled teen-aged girls will be able to relate to watching Marie be bored and angst-filled for two yawn-inducing hours of her eating candy and shopping for shoes.

I may have just seen the funniest movie ever made. Not the best comedy ever, but the funniest. This movie is the reason the word hysterical was created not to mention the words outrageous, offensive and subversive. Borat is a comedic masterpiece; a wonderfully surreal example of guerrilla filmmaking that borders on being performance art rather than an actual movie. Sacha Baron Cohen gives arguably the greatest comedy performance I have ever seen. He is fearless in a way never seen on film before, refusing to break character regardless of the circumstances or their consequnces. I laughed and at times I hated myself for it, but in the end, after you’re finished laughing, it makes you think and that is the true mark of perfection in satire.

MySpace is so much fun and addictive it’s painful. The people complaining that too many people are there are just being whiny because they always have to be somewhere they can feel elite and smug.

I’m not a huge romantic comedy fan, but a friend let me borrow her DVD. I’ve had it all this time; however, she says she doesn’t want it back until I’ve finished watching the movie.

NOT BY CHOICE! This is one of the textbooks for my English Comp II class. It looks deadeningly boring.

I love screwdrivers, but I’ve never been overly picky about what kind of vodka I use. That was until a friend convinced me to get a bottle of Grey Goose and it knocked me on my ass.

Fucking addictive. They need to be outlawed when I’m on a diet.