Hangover Theater

I felt like such total death yesterday, that I actually laid in bed and watched on television the entirety of the Ashton Kutcher/Tara Reid rom-com piece of shit My Boss's Daughter.

The shame! Mortification. I was sort of hypnotized by its banality though.

But wtf was Terrence Stamp doing in this? He was wrestling with an owl! He was hanging from a gutter getting muck tossed in his face! I mean... the man's done some shit in his career, but goddamn.

People kept popping up - Molly Shannon, Jeffrey Tambor, Michael Madsen, Andy Richter - that should've known better. I mean, they're not exactly Meryl Streep, and they gotta get paid, but still, it brought me pain.

Also, it made me feel bad for Ashton Kutcher - something that's quite a feat - because this film constitutes inexorable proof that he once put his lips on Tara Reid. Just ewww. Poor thing.
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