Crappy Movie

Buster and I caught the 9PM showing at the cheapies. William Hurts' career must be hurting. Buster thought I was losing my mind. He said, "C'mon dad, it had everything you like in a movie. . . a good body count. . . gratuitous sex!?" Shit, I must be growing up; now I expect a movie to have a developed plot and and an ending. Oh well.