* The closest I've ever come to vomiting in a theater was during The Perfect Storm when Bobby's girlfriend appeared in the clouds to let him know it was okay to stop fighting the water. I was embarassed for all people involved in the film, all people in the theater, and especially, for myself, who paid eight bucks to see that tripe.
* The closest I've ever come to vomiting in a theater was during The Perfect Storm when Bobby's girlfriend appeared in the clouds to let him know it was okay to stop fighting the water. I was embarassed for all people involved in the film, all people in the theater, and especially, for myself, who paid eight bucks to see that tripe.