Oh look, another story about how fame and LA sucks, blah blah blah. Are readers of trashy indie romances supposed to be this snotty?
Category: 2 Oogies
The heroine is so annoying that I wish the author had just written about the hero and his favorite hand instead.
As plots go, killer dogs killing people is probably a bit better than sharks in a tornado.
This story is like a badly done cyborg. It looks almost normal… until one looks a little harder and, eeuw, can we just quickly move on now.
The people behind this movie seem oblivious to the fact that they were making a third-rate straight-to-video action flick.
Curvy lady wins over hateful skinny blonde bitches and snares the hot guy! Now we fatties can stop crying into our bon-bons.
Someone is killing off the vampires, so everyone needs to come together and talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk…
Oh, a story featuring two costumed performers in some kind of relationship! I’m just not sure what kind it is.
I hate the protagonist so much, I’m deducting one oogie out of spite. Eat dung and die, Rodrick Poopchuter!