So far beyond suckage that the light from Eternal Suckage takes two billion years to arrive. It was the best of trailers and the worst of films. It was, to the film industry, what Pineapple-Upside-Down-Liver-Pudding is to the Fast Food World. Aside from a pressing desire to go back in time and erase Ben Stiller with a Shop-Vac, I am left to ponder the sad state of modern entertainment until the very sands of time and drinking of strong beverages can erase the memory.
Context really didn't like Tropic Thunder. QWP.