Why Yes, You Do Kind Of Resemble A Cucumber A Farmer Might Use As A Sex Toy...

So last night Mom and I witnessed an event so special, so unique, it's caused me to inaugurate a whole new blog category:

The Worst Movie Ever

Now, unlike music, I do not keep a list of the Worst Movies Ever.  Oh sure, I've seen bad movies, and I do have bad movie categories (Craptastic Summer Blockbusters, Bad Pretentious Art House Films... that sort of thing), but almost every film has some redeeming quality, or aspect, or performance.  It may just be that since I believe in movies so much, I make a lot of allowances.

But that's not happening here.

Last night, Mom and I saw Romance and Cigarettes, and if I can save you but one small two hour segment of your life, please believe me - just don't go.  Please, I beg you.