Victoria Beckham by Victoria Beckham
Well, this settles the question as to whether she can sing. Answer: barely.

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.

This is some campy caveman porn at its finest. I approve.

The author really wants that “Worst Author Ever” title that bad, huh?

It is what it is, so enjoy the madcap ride and try very hard not to think.
