The Royal Hunter by Donna Kauffman
The whiny hero and the glacial pacing make this one feel far longer than it actually is.
The whiny hero and the glacial pacing make this one feel far longer than it actually is.
Summer turd is a more appropriate description of this stinker.
Michael W Smith gets close to Jesus, and I see the light.
Well, this settles the question as to whether she can sing. Answer: barely.
I actually like this despite the heroine being another “Don’t you dare protect me – I am an independent woman!” dumbass.
This is a crappy Final Fantasy movie, but on its own merits, it’s actually alright.
Wait, the woman who wrote the script of Stepmom was responsible for this? Impressive.
It quite falls apart towards the end, but this one is a solid, watchable thriller all things considered.
Babies can make bickering rivals fall in love. Only in romance novels, naturally.
So bad, so bad, almost good.