Dream House
There’s pretty much no reason to see this, not even for shirtless Daniel Craig.
There’s pretty much no reason to see this, not even for shirtless Daniel Craig.
For something I had no interest in seeing, I enjoyed this.
Infatuated tweens and Bill Compton are probably the only people who can enjoy the mucky melodrama in this one.
I want to like this way more than I actually do.
Why, oh why, is everything filled with rape?
I’ll probably enjoy this more on repeat viewings because a) Leo, b) Marty, and c) Leo.
As far as cautionary German tales for kids go, I’m sticking with Struwwelpeter.
Certainly better than Guy Ritchie’s last outing, but that’s not saying much.
Ultimately, I think “Glorious 39″ would be better as a band name.
Smart!