3/10
Worse than a beemer from 2009
23 November 2022
I came into this with big 'Hollywood' expectations. The story drags out slower than a busted up beemer from the late 2000s. Teddy Hart is clearly a psychopath, but sometimes I swear he's a cross-eyed, Cobra Kai bro like me; AKA kinda cool.

I'm a big wrestling/gas station guy, and the skimpy outfits were a plus. At the very least, you get some banana hammock eye candy, but my triangle of hope was fleeting and it quickly became apparent that this sucker ain't gonna be paying the rents for nobody. Kapish?

I got so bored I started checking my couch cushions for McDonalds money. Then I peeled myself off the pleather, fed my cats, and said goodnight to the bad guy (AKA my bald spot).

In summary, this was painful and the filmmaker comes off as a bit of a d-head. Even if it were a podcast it would be awful, but at least old Mersh of Nightwave radio gots his 15 minutes of fame (technically less than 3).

As far as this daddy-o is concerned, the money grubbing soul merchants who buttered this up with the promise of stardom and spit it out into the toilet, really screwed the pooch (or cat). It was used, perused, and I counted 1 finger as 2. Nightwaver, out!
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