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Worst. Movie. Ever.

Earlier this week, I hit the Thanksgiving Point theater with Dilee, Emily, Julie and Nikki for a late show. We let Emily choose the flick; but never again. The movie she chose was "The Box."

It was creepy and confusing. The characters weren't well formed or believable. What was their motivation? I kept feeling like there should be (or would be) something more. I wanted substance and meaning. There wasn't. When the movie ended, I kept thinking "That was it?"

The best part was hanging with some friends and laughing at inappropriate places in the nearly empty theater. (If you happened to hit the show the same night we did, I apologize for our obnoxiousness and for laughing in the tense scenes.)

No recommendations. Not even for dollar flick or a there's-nothing-better-to-do-let's-get-a-movie night. At least I didn't throw my water.
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