A movie that should have never made it to even the most base, butter-encrusted soulless multiplexes somehow grossed over $65 million worldwide (or $86 million, adjusted for inflation). A story that should have never been published in a high school zine, let alone by a major movie studio, suddenly achieved some level of recognition and one or two thumbs up from critics whose thumbs we actually respected.*
Channing Tatum, drowning under the weight of his own Modell's sweatpants, breakdanced his way from obscurity to semi-obscurity and into our cynical, lifeless hearts. Read more...