Wild Thing by Anne Stuart
The hero’s clueless wretchedness could have sunk an island.
The hero’s clueless wretchedness could have sunk an island.
Well, the tunes here certainly are dry…
The heroine really needs to be put down.
The hero is a piece of dung-smeared rancid meat that deserves to be tarred.
Boring! Boring! Boring!
I would love to pull the wings off the heroine with my bare hands.
Zzzzzzz…
Edward Norton’s directorial debut is as forgettable as he tends to be most of the time.
Hello, boring.
Oh look, more miserable people flailing around as they try to do some kind of suspense thing.