Here is a movie I never heard of until yesterday. After hearing the title, I figured it was one of those dumb movies that most people like. It is maybe an independent movie, based on the illustrated credit sequence and David Lynch-esque horrifying soundtrack of beeps and boops. Anyway, it sounded REALLY good. The premise is that one eccentric lady is agoraphobic [maybe?] and never leaves her house unless she goes to get a big gulp or hits up the movie store. [This should be sounding very familiar, reader]. A dude [John Ritter's son] falls in love with her [barf] because he loves movies and he works at the video store. Sounds okay, right? Barf. This movie is neither endearing nor romantic. The dude basically stalks the lady, forces himself into her apartment and gradually into her bed, and, of course, teaches her how to love by harassing her into it. Great.Oh, and by the way, the movies aren't just movies. They're pornos. Not even good ones. The only good thing about this movie was that Martin Starr had a beard. That's hot!
2/5 pizzas
