
John Q. (2002)
This hamfisted effort to be the most important movie of the century is just ridiculous.

This hamfisted effort to be the most important movie of the century is just ridiculous.
Oh great, Adrian Lyne with another morality tale revolving around adultery.
Ugh, apparently women all love immature bratty men. As if I need a movie to tell me that!
This one is tamer than I’d have liked, but it’s still an intense, gripping thriller with some hard-hitting feels.
Steven Spielberg continues to demonstrate that he is a scab when it comes to pop culture.
Don’t hate me, but I think I like this one.
I want one of those Stitch thingies and I want it now.
If you think of this as a drama rather than a thriller, it ends up being so much easier to enjoy.
Balls out terribleness.
Matt Damon gets all assassin-y and cool, but the movie seems to lack a pulse.