He’s the One by Kristi Rose
This is an inconsequential kind of pleasantness.
This is an inconsequential kind of pleasantness.
You know there’s trouble when the only pre-release hype for this thing is “Latin representation”.
This flop of hilariously awful proportions is… dare I say it? It’s actually not bad.
This isn’t the best superhero movie around, but it doesn’t deserve its swift and painful death on the box office.
I never knew until now that being kissed by a hot guy can be this boring.
Oh look a Korean Gothic story… wait, never mind.
They should have just called Nicolas Cage in to kick some ass.
Who wants to follow the self-absorbed prattling of a 28-year old brat?
Why is the guy on the cover taking off his shirt in the middle of a hockey game?
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