9 April 2020 | nananow
I get irritable when I am lulled into thinking a movie can't be all had. This one is. Between the running or walking chases, the cuts to dew jazz, the interminable long and attempted sultry gazes, the conversation pauses that lead to nothing or Evigan's thinning long pony tail, this was one BAD movie. Even Mill's constantly slicked lips couldn't save the performance or movie.