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Whenever you have a bad run at anything, you can tell whether you have optimistic or pessimistic tendencies. You look at new things and think either “Oh great, another in a long line of crap,” or “maybe this one will be the turning point.” Unfortunately, if you get disappointed often enough it doesn’t matter how bright and cheerful a disposition you have, experience will soon wear you down until you begin to think about giving up. This is almost the point that I have reached.

The movie that pushed me to this point, if you could call it a movie as opposed to a complete waste of pixels is “Step Brothers” This crowning moment in the history of dull cinema stars Will Ferrell and John C Reilly as 40 year olds who still live with their respective single parents. They hate each other, then they learn a valuable lesson and become best friends. And pretty much, that’s about it, the movie in one sentence, and not even a very long one.

Now, you’d think that 40yr olds acting like 10 yr olds would be amusing. Unfortunately the execution of the idea was lacking. It was like going to the Serengeti and missing the migration.

Being crude merely to shock the audience, is no longer enough. At the time American Pie was made it may have been, after all, the apple pie scene was incredibly risqué at the time. Now, however, that would classify as standard cinema fair, and this is one of the problems with the current crop of films. What the level of crudity in a film tells you about is the maturity level of the director and the creative brilliance, or lack thereof that the writers are able to summon.

Maybe I’m being too harsh, maybe I’ve finally outgrown this sort of movie, but then I look at the films in my collection and realise that the chances of that happening are about as good as anything starring Will Ferrell to have Oscar aspirations. Maybe I’ve just been incredibly unlucky in my choice of movies to watch and there are still some good ones around, or and this is my new theory, perhaps we are now getting all the movies that were made during the writers strike. The timing is correct, and it would explain why movies that seem to lack pace, direction and originality or formulaic humour are the only ones I seem to be picking up off the DVD rack.

On to the ratings. The fact that you’ve read this far and only seen a couple of sentences about the movie should tell you how I feel, but I’m going to spell it out just so you can’t turn around and tell me that I wasn’t clear enough and you thought I was recommending this and that I know owe you what feels like 10 hours of your life back. The movie sucked. It scores a 1 on both the rewatchability index and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man Scale.

I did however learn a valuable lesson while watching this film. If, at any point you find yourself thinking “I would rather be watching Aeon Flux” it’s time to turn off the DVD player or walk out of the cinema and go bang your head into a wall. At least that may have some point in that if you do it often or hard enough there is a chance that it could cause you to forget the pain and suffering you’ve just endured by something that is in clear violation of the Geneva convention and the people who green-lighted the film should be tried at the War Crimes Court.

And Remember – We watch them, so you don’t have to.

We all have our gifts. For some it’s the ability to hit a little red ball nine times out of ten. For some, it’s being able to take a piece of wood and some metal wires and being able to belt out a tune that is remembered for generations. For me, it’s the ability to sit through just about any movie, no matter how dodgy it is. And recently, this skill has been sorely tested.

It all started with Leatherheads. This was followed up with Clerks II. I fail to understand how a movie that includes a donkey sex show could still manage to put me to sleep, yet it managed. Next came Hancock, more on that one at a later date, but what a sucky superhero weakness. Finally, came “The Promotion”.

From the cover it looked like it should be amusing. Sean William Scott and John C Reilly get to fight over a promotion in the cut-throat world of supermarket management. Hilarity and hijinks should have ensued, possibly coupled with the odd caw-caw and tooky tooky. Instead boredom and death defying dullness was what followed once play had been pressed.

The only part of the film that was at all memorable was during a speech in which it was promised that the supermarket chain, donaldson’s or stevenson’s or some name that you would remember if they had’ve inspired any degree of caring, would continue to provide trolleys with one wheel that doesn’t work. The fact that this is all I remember of the film speaks volumes.

Their may have been dodginess, but this has been wiped out by the overwhelming apathy, which is the only feeling inspired by the film. If given a choice between watching “The Promotion” or “Aeon Flux” I would have to choose the latter. At least that could be made amusing in a mystery science theatre 3000 way.

If you have to avoid one film this year, make sure that it’s this one.

And Remember – We watch them, so you don’t have to.