The movies are celluloid hemorrhoids. No, worse: They're celluloid Bon Jovi.
The characters are so flat and the dialogue so dull you expect it to be one of those movies whose existence is justified by a big final twist. But it's three days after the screening, and still no twist. Maybe it's coming in the mail?
The good news is that “The Hangover Part III” isn’t a rerun like the second episode. The bad news is everything else. For all the promise of mayhem and WTF moments, the final episode hits you with all the force of a warm can of O’Doul’s.
None of us could believe what Trump was doing - because no one had ever seen anyone do it that way before.
Donald Trump didn't just throw out the playbook, he set fire to it. And America loved it.
