Strangers at Dawn by Elizabeth Thornton
Here’s a moron. There’s a moron. Everywhere there’s a moron!
Here’s a moron. There’s a moron. Everywhere there’s a moron!
The heroine is a bit unhinged here.
The author goes a little too overboard in trying to pass off the hero’s swagger as something… good.
Another badly beaten, mauled, et cetera heroine being rescued by the perfect millionaire. Yawn.
Spurts of blunder, more like.
Martin Lawrence tries, but this movie has as much energy as a sedated toddler.
This one is as interesting as a dead fish. Just as fun too.
A movie with giant, hunger killer crocodiles and it’s still this dull? What happened?
The hero is an ass and the heroine is a wimp. Fun.
Even a few more rounds of rewriting can’t change the fact that the heroine is an annoying wretch.