It's like an unintentional supercut of everything bad from last summer's movies.
Also, we talk about the chems.
From Brave to Prometheus, they just can't seem to get it together.
"Every film has its own mishegoss."
An illustrated take on summer 2012's jocks, nerds, and burnouts.
The very crass party game, now applied to the season's most anticipated films.
Do people still care about Will Smith?