Every now and then comes a film that starts so poorly (and badly all over the place: bad writing, bad acting, bad directing, etc., etc., etc.) that you're given to wonder: "didn't anyone make this see how bad this is while they're doing it? Why didn't they stop it? Well, maybe they're going to pull the thing out of the fire...?" That's the movie for this season, and no, they're not pulling it out of the fir. Smell, smell, stink and smoke. Sorry for yourself? Perhaps considering suicide? Here's your life preserver, bunkie, because anything it's can't be as bad as this vomit in the aisle of a grocery store.