This is a stomache cramp of a movie but I can't stop eating it up.
John DeHart delivers the performance of a lifetime as the most uncharismatic person in the history of forever. Slam dunk, dude.
Douche-chills: The Motion Picture.
It's as if some food court druid wrote a script between his shifts at Hot Topic and jerking off to Columbine footage.
That said, I had a lot of fun watching this. I'm going to watch it again soon and probably once a month or so for the rest of my life.
An absolute dream of a movie. A dog wears funny wigs, lingerie, a helmet while catching a lift to the beach on the back of a motorcycle. Makes loving eyes at Vincent Price while a Wayne/Cassandra style Dreamweaver-esque fantasy plays out in the dogs head. Don't blink or you'll miss Darrin McGavin. Mooch navigates the mean streets of Hollywood while Zsa Zsa offers tips on how to keep it classy ("No nudes is good news"). Transcendent, from start to finish.