
A pretty girl dealing with the twin poisoned chalices of being irresistible to all man whilst being totally batshit insane, loses the plot extremely slowly and in doing so generates staggering levels of tension.
The fallout will be existential






90 minutes of animals looking pissed off. I was unable to ascertain whether this was due to their being made to waddle about in a manner that circus animals would find degrading, the fact they still managed to act Brendan Fraser off the screen yet he's the one who got paid or whether it was just because of an awareness that they were part of this fucking awful come stain on the crotch of cinema.
