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Pandering, obnoxious, inane...oh god bless you Jerry Bruckheimer.
Kangaroo Jack was endured on a recent windy SF evening at the Sony Metreon by the kanga-licious Super Fun Time Movie Club, of which yours truly is a founding member. After two pitchers of margaritas, a ziplock bag of salad, and some pupusi we were not loaded enough to reach a point of enjoyment at any point in this ill conceived steaming pile of roo-shit.
The theater was more packed than I expected. These same people probably have Showgirls parties and listen to police radar hoping to find a good wreck to drive by. Such morbid curiosity was generously rewarded by the Jack.
Here's the recipe for this:
That kid from Sliders, a Victoria's Secret model, a fat black guy, a dog named Waffles, and Christopher Walken in search of a computer generated kangaroo in a baseball jacket.
Read that again and think...two hours...two hours.
Think on that and add prolonged camel fart sequence to the equation.
Bewley,
Out.
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