Every now and again comes a film that begins so badly (and bad all over the place: bad writing, bad acting, bad directing, etc., etc., etc.) that you are given to wonder: "didn't anyone making this see how bad this is while they were doing it? Why didn't they stop it? Well, maybe they'll pull the thing out of the fire ... ?" This is that film for this season, and no, they don't pull it out the fire, but rather it continues to burn, burn, burn. Stink, stink, stink. Feeling sorry for yourself? Contemplating suicide perhaps? Here is your life preserver, bunkie, cause whatever it is it can't be as bad as this vomit in a grocery store aisle.