What a waste of seating, time and celluloid...

Just returned from seeing The Ringer (Farrelly Bros. produced, starring Johnny Knoxville -- about a guy who pretends to be mentally challenged in order to rig the Special Oympics).

After the first 15 minutes, my brain fell out of my ear, left the theatre and even now is likely somewhere (I can only presume) in the Yonge and Eglinton area having overpriced wings or a chai eggnog latte at Starbucks.

Imagine someone taking a blunt pencil, and lowering it to your hand, millimetre by millimetre over the period of an hour and a half. From a distance, it looks harmless. You might not even realize what's going on. Had it sped up, it would have either proven painful or comical to outsiders.

Neither funny, nor sweet, nor clever... very cautious, rarely funny (with the exception of a few good-one liners) and so utterly, morbidly predictable.