As the father of four females and the husband of a fifth, my ability to influence prime time viewing in our house is somewhat limited, to say the least.
At one end of the televisual spectrum is surfeit of SPCA inspector / model / singer / designer / cook / doctor / customs dog handler reality fare. At the other end of that spectrum is the seemingly unending geyser of imported rites of passage, ‘good vs evil’ movies. These invariably feature a multi-cultural teenage dance crew/cheerleader squad/football team (who are secret either witches or superheroes) battling to save the world from sparkly vampires, t-shirtless werewolves or plain ol’ baddies aided by bespectacled boys, talking animals and cameos who should know better.
It is for this reason that, while reading this week’s TV Guide just now, I laughed out loud upon reading the following superbly acerbic movie review.
Clearly, I am not alone in my misery but I think the reviewer’s pain threshold is higher then mine, as I would definitely question the two-stars (FAIR) rating.