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I was really looking forward to seeing this film, and that desire jumped up and bit me on the tushie. I am your average 30-something ex-Durrannie and I will fully admit that I get nearly everything John Taylor did since he left Duran Duran. I have bitten my tongue while watching his other attempts at acting-they were ameteurish but ok because he was playing HIMSELF, a rock star, or had very few lines. This movie is complete crud and I feel like an idiot for sitting through it all the way to see if it would get any better. There is no doubt in my mind why it went straight to video- it stinks! There are holes in the script big enough to drive a truck through. Everyone will know who did it immediately, and the only reason to keep watching would only be to see boobies, and sadly, that effect was lost on me. John Taylor plays some sort of diaboloical, smarmy entrepeneur, and he starts off the movie by making horrible, unpassionate, standing-up-while-fully-clothed love to some bimbo while she bites her lip and cries fake tears. If this is how J.T. really is in the sack, I'm glad I was never a groupie. What about the mad scientist doing an autopsy with a chain saw in front of the deceased's sister? Or the recovering heart attack victim in a room with NO medical equiptment, whatsoever? NEVERMIND!
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