You guys, I’m torn.

I don’t know whether I want to pull a MST3K and heckle-watch this latest, christofascist Kevin Sorbo opus (undoubtedly he considers it his magnum) or not:

It looks utterly execrable…and therefore, inadvertently hilarious. Just Kevvy’s dumbfuck expression — oh wait, that’s his NORMAL expression, isn’t it?

Yeah. It totally is. The man was born looking like a perpetually bewildered shitweasel. I don’t even know if his face can form any other expressions, because I’ve never seen it in any.

If I do go to see this on a big screen, I hope I get to take Michael Brooks there as my date. His “Ow!”s would have me cackling all the way through.

But wait! There’s more:

Yeah. All those rave reviews come from the makers of this piece of shit. The call is coming from inside the house!

Now I really want to see this clusterfuckfest-named-after-a-K-car. I might wait till it goes to DVD, though…I’ll probably find it in the bargain bin at my local drugstore before this year is out.

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