Dark Sapphire by Lisa Jackson
This whole thing feels like a bad accident from start to finish.
This whole thing feels like a bad accident from start to finish.
Why does it have to have romance? Ugh.
The heroine loves her stupid house more than anything else here, and that’s sad.
This is a boring motivational seminar. Can I go home now?
This one needs a big dose of magic to redeem itself.
There’s a sweet story here, but it’s buried under a pile of scatalogical jokes and painful gags.
This version of the dude is free of blaxploitation stuff. It’s serious, sober, and rather dull.
I wish the author knows what to do with her premise and characters. So far she’s not doing them any favors.
Why isn’t this a gay softporn movie like Jesus clearly intended it to be? Fail!
When did vampires become such pansies? Sigh.