SO, my husband was under the weather on Saturday and wanted me to convelesce with him and watch a movie on the tv. He'd recorded something off of Starz or somewhere and forced me to watch it. Getting up and leaving would have been rude to a sick spouse.
The name? 2012. Cusack's in it. It concerns nadabrains' word of the day, eschetology.
Aside from the laughably implausible special effects, the characters are so irritating, I began to actively hate them. I wanted all of them to die horrible deaths. I could root for nobody, I despised them all.
The movie started at 8:00. When I felt I was on my very last nerve from the utter suckiness of it all, I looked at the clock. 9:00. Gaaah! Cracked another beer and plundered on. I lost track of the stupid plot, because I was so aware of my soaring blood pressure, my clenched jaw, my hands in fists. After watching one of my most hated characters get chewed up by a conveyor belt mishmash, I cheered.
At 10:00 it was STILL GOING ON. NO END IN SIGHT. I didn't see the end because I threw a small fit and left the room. Do not under any circumstances let anyone rope you into watching this POS.