Kills Me Dead

Knocked Up, vampire-style.

I maintain this is why you should never pick up anyone at a bar.

You really only need to see this if you’re working through the filmography of someone who unfortunately appears in it. Ahem.

Despite the multitude of things wrong with this movie, I inexplicably liked it a lot.

This was much better when it was “Lady Marmalade” and was only four minutes long.

Lots of good elements but an equal number of bad ones.

Looks like Jason Stackhouse’s paramilitary training is coming in handy once again.

In a Venn diagram where the intersection is “Scott Pilgrim is awesome”, this film and I are separate, non-overlapping circles.

A little less conversation, a little more action, please.

A.K.A. How To Ruin A Movie In One Fell Swoop.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant