shooting fish in a barrel

Rating: Null/10 (10 November 2001)

** Spoiler alert but there's no way that could possibly ruin your experience of this flick** I realize that panning this movie is as easy as my subject line, but, come on, this girl has to move 42 miles to NYC in order to become a songwriter? Please. I drive farther than that to work every day. Why can't she live at home and write songs and take the train into the city to peddle her songs. Oh, sorry. It was in the script. That's why. Even a hick that lives in Mississippi knows you don't just walk into Sony Music Publishing and say "Please please listen to my tape". And I know my girlfriends always sit around in greasy spoon diners in the middle of the night in NYC betting on fav movies of this month's centerfold. Of course, when you have robbers that know to look in the freezer for money but don't bother to steal "big-time-songwriter equipment" (or does she leave it on the roof of her apartment building rain OR shine?), I guess you don't worry about those things. Bottom line: If you don't have a penis or aren't a lesbian, there's not much reason to recommend this movie