an Agnes O'bstreperous joint

Realistically, how long can Hollywood keep making movies so crappy that they have to have one of those little blue tablets you find in urinals taped to them? Pretty god damned long, if this movie is any indication.

In his crappiest picture since the James Bond flop, Goldenfoot, actor Sean Connery really shines in his part as Stalin. With his thick, weird, accent, and his tendency to make odd consonant substitutions, he might as well be speaking Russian.

The animation of this shit-fest was worse than Family Circus comics supposedly by Billy. Plus, the only totally new idea in this ninety-minute-long reverse peristalsis was the use of explosions in the background of its numerous gratuitous sex scenes.

It was as stinky as that week in 1972 when my husband was so stoned out of his mind that he wore the same pair of underpants and forgot where the bathroom was.