Yet another great way to waste an hour of your life . . .

I watched a matinee of Date Movie on Sunday.

I am not sure if I have ever been tempted to get up and leave in the middle of a movie, but I was on Sunday.

I will be nice and say: That movie was a piece of crap.

But what puzzles me most is a theater full of people laughing at this crap. Between the guy beside me that would let out an annoying “daayuuuum” each time the asian girl in the baby-doll outfit would come on screen and the woman behind me who felt she had to explain the movie to her friend (“See, now they’re making fun of Jennifer Lopez”), I nearly went crazy.

It was as if when preparing to make this movie, they took the scripts of several different romantic comedies and shredded them and threw them in the air. They then picked up the pieces and taped them together—not for an instance considering plot or even any flow—and said, “Okay, we have a movie!”

And people laughed at this crap.

They must have been passing something before the previews started. It skipped me, what a shame.

Because . . .

You’d have to be high to find that movie even remotely funny.