Quite unlike the novel

Rating: 2/10 (13 July 2012)

My husband is reading this book now and he likes it, so we dialed up the film and paid 99 cents for it to make it happen in our family room over dinner. All along, my husband is declaring, "This is nothing like the book!" I know there's a huge difference between novels and film as artistic genre, so I'm willing to give it a chance, but it's all testosterone-driven declarations of self-importance buffering irretrievable violence and corruption. "Still," I think to myself, "at least Danny Glover is in this film, and he matters." The only person in this film who matters is Danny Glover. That was it, my one-sentence review of this film, until it was rejected because it wasn't long enough. Sorry I didn't tweet instead, I just think that sentence is all this film deserves.
Although at the moment my husband is laughing at car stunts. Well done, gentlemen (and you ladies who were invited -- even paid -- to take part in this cum-fest). Enjoy.