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I'm almost afraid to go read other people's reviews about No Good Deed because I remember the movie being dismissed as garbage left and right and center and I'm sure, I'm positive, that they'll make good points and make me feel, in return, like a garbage heap for enjoying the movie. But I did, I did enjoy it, so eff you, taste-makers. I'll roll around in my garbage heap if I wanna, especially if it involves rolling around with Idris effin' Elba.
Oh sure, the movie's nothing more than retro Lifetime malarkey, but... with really, really attractive people. And yes Taraji P Henson's character keeps doing the dumbest things in the world -- to quoth the Craven, "Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door" -- over and over and over again... but that's part and parcel of the routine. Sometimes you just want the routine. You want to plop a bowl of popcorn in your lap while wearing your Friday night sweatpants and turn off all the lights and pretend that Idris Elba is sneaking in your backdoor. You feel me.
Oh sure, the movie's nothing more than retro Lifetime malarkey, but... with really, really attractive people. And yes Taraji P Henson's character keeps doing the dumbest things in the world -- to quoth the Craven, "Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door" -- over and over and over again... but that's part and parcel of the routine. Sometimes you just want the routine. You want to plop a bowl of popcorn in your lap while wearing your Friday night sweatpants and turn off all the lights and pretend that Idris Elba is sneaking in your backdoor. You feel me.
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