is not just a great album title from Slayer, but it is the reality of life for humanity in the year 2009. I can say this with certainty, because the hot rumor going around is that a screenwriter is shopping a sequel to the Paul Verhoven classic Showgirls. Now, I love trashy movies as much as the next person, but let's face it, Showgirls reached levels of putridity that are rarely approached. If they are going to produce a sequel, it must at least be comparable; I demand that Elizabeth Berkley be involved somehow and Joe Eszterhas write another screed that includes encouraging underaged kids to go see his porn... that is the only way that this will work.
In reality, I sincerely hope that whatever anal herpes that Mike Myers has been afflicted with after the Love Guru fiasco be visited upon whatever film-makers work on this abomination.