...at the sheer awfulness of this presumably well-intentioned piece of cinematic junk. Make-work is the best one can summon to excuse it, and a handful of kevinbacons to keep from ignoring it completely. The script by faux-auteur, Mark "Leprechaun" Jones, is utterly inept, banal, and wretched, a case study in Sturgeon's Revelation. No one in their right mind could find anything in this mess to redeem it, not even the puerile attraction of bare boobies. To be honest, the only reason I'm blessing it with a comment is to take the final step toward my 300th review on this site, and that's a conceit of slimmest rationalization. I guarantee that, even if you get to see this one for free, you'll regret the time lost from your life. Take my word, pass this one up; you're not missing a thing.
Review of Triloquist
