There were only 3 people in the theatre, meaning roughly 347 others
missed the almost literally painful experience of sitting through a
bigger bomb than anything MacGRUBER ever tried to defuse — from its
they-didn't-even-try situations to its disturbing undercurrent of
homosexual panic to its can't-watch-can't-look-away twisted sex and
shit obsession. I felt sorry for Val Kilmer, but I've never been as
embarrassed for an actor as I was for poor Ryan Phillippe. — Jeff
Schultz