Bored, without adult supervision, and with access to Netflix. What could go wrong. Knowing that's what. OK, I know Nicolas Cage is the King of Sucky Movies. I have my eyes open. But, hey, it's 10pm Sunday night and I have head full of a snot and I get a dubious pleasure from bad movies.
WTF? This casually limboed under my low expectations. Utterly, utterly awful. I got to end through high octane morbid curiosity. Could it get worse? I figured no. I couldn't see any conceivable way it could. I mean, seriously, if you've been dropped from orbit into an ocean of foetid superheated shit, you'd assume that was the entire depth of your predicament, that it couldn't get worse. Until you discover the boiling ocean of shit is populated by hungry shit sharks. That's pretty much the ending. Not literally unfortunately, the appearance of hungry shit sharks would have improved matters.
I'm watching this crap so you don't have to. I have another five days of nil supervision.