Freedomland

Three words: NO, NO, NO!

Do not go see this movie. Don't ask me why, just trust me and don't go see it. Not only will you want those two hours of your life and your $8 back, you will also want to poke both eyes out with a prickly cactus that smells like cat pee while someone is scraping their fingernails on a chalkboard while another person imitates Jim Carrey's "Want-to-hear-the-most-annoying-sound-in-the-world" scene from Dumb & Dumber while a 50 lb. dumbell is dropped on your foot over and over and over.

Some reviews from the people I saw it with:

Scott: "The worst part of the movie was when I dropped my cyanide tablet and couldn't find it in the dark."

Eric: "That was fucking awful."

Brian's other friend, Bobby: "It's good I was sitting next to Eric or else I would have freaked out."

If you do see it, don't say I didn't warn you.

Screw Freedomland, I'd surrender my freedom before I'd watch that again.

(Oh, and I left my purse in the theater. Fortunately, I remembered before we even got in the car.)

A good thing did come out of it, Brian is no longer allowed to pick movies anymore. Hooray!