The celluloid wasted to make this film could've provided guitar picks for every country in the Third World. Instead, those poor people have to wait and sadly strum, waiting for picks to make their music better, and you have completely wasted two hours, not to mention seven spots out of my Dead President file. I respect your talent, and your track records, but this decision ought to make you more aware of your questionable skills in decision-making. Shoving a golf tee into your ear until it hits bone would be more fun than sitting through this. Not even close.
Duets is a disaster that just keeps on running till the music finally ends.
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