On occasion, I actually end up liking a newly-released film that I review. That’s always an odd situation because I tend to specialize in tearing up pieces of crap, and in cases like this one, I’m not sure how to behave myself.
Penelope really is better than that piece of crap you make at home, and no, please don’t tell me all about your home movies. TMI, daddio. Go read the review.
