If you're a struggling writer, musician or filmmaker trying to work up the nerve to kill yourself, have we ever got good news for you! Your morale may have been damaged or even crippled by seeing bad music, bad movies and bad stories dominating the upper echelons of their respective fields, but Rocks Off has a new brand of crapfest designed to shit directly into your soul.
You know those godawful straight-to-DVD sequels the movie studios have been churning out for the last few years? You see them languishing, unrented, on the shelves of the few remaining Blockbusters that haven't buckled under DVRs and Netflix. Someone realized that some moderately successful films' intellectual properties were owned by the studios, so they quite brilliantly slapped familiar titles on bargain-bin movies made without the participation of the principal cast, or the director or writers from the first film.
This led to cheap, shabby sequels to Wild Things, American Psycho, Cruel Intentions, Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, Road House, Inspector Gadget, Home Alone, Cabin Fever, Road Trip, Donnie Darko, The Butterfly Effect, Dr. Doolittle, and Legally Blonde -= slipshod, money-driven, poorly crafted and ridiculously exploitive movies every one. This isn't even touching on the legions of horrendous sequels to beloved Disney films with which Walt's old company has decided to dilute its brand name.More »