visual equivalent of a flesh-eating bacteria

Rating: 2/10 (10 July 2013)

Why do movie studios hate you? A question you might ask yourself after and more than likely during a viewing of this bag of turds, Empire Records. This movie was made so as to justify the drilling of a peephole into Liv Tyler's dressing room. Added to that a malicious automated soundtrack of synthetic music-substitute. A committee of marketing executives and corporate lawyers fabricated a script using the latest in writing based computational programs. This script was not written, no ink touched flesh nor flesh touched paper, no intimacy, a program is initiated in the Script-motron 500 and in mere minutes Empire Records screenplay was drafted. If after the apocalypse this movie is all that remains of the human race then we will have deserved to burn.