Shockingly, Cole Abaius wasn’t a huge fan of Leap Year and can only exorcise his demons in open letter form.

I Love You, Beth Cooper should be retitled Fuck You, Chris Columbus, but I imagine that would have given it an automatic R-rating, which might have actually given them license to make a good movie.

I’m just not sure where to start. The pun-a-second dialog? The spur-of-the-moment character shifts? Something else that involves a hyphenated term?

Yet another film riles me up enough to warrant sending an open letter to the people responsible. It turns out you can’t watch stereotypes whine about being gorgeously single for over two hours. Who knew?

This movie was so close to being fantastic that it’s even more frustrating just how cringe-worthily awful it is.

You were right, makers of Saw V, I didn’t believe how it ended. Or most of the rest of it. Or that any of you are literate.

Dear Oliver Stone, what the hell was that?

To Whom it May Concern: I doubt I’m the first to break it to you, but your film is only going to appeal to one group of people. According to your facts and figures, that group of people comprises 16% of the population.