Rotten review of the day

I was amused by the opening of Desson Thomson's review of Win a Date with Tad Hamilton! in the Washington Post:

There are so many layers of bad when it comes to the Hollywood romantic comedy, it would take the film-reviewing equivalent of a geologist to identify them precisely.

So let's not waste our time divining upon which subterranean level of awfulness "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton!" should rest. Let's just say, there is no reason on God's good Earth to see this movie. Not even if your house were to burn down on the coldest night of the winter and the only place to house you and your shivering family was a theater playing this film. Hypothermia would be a thrill compared to sitting through this.

Don't think I'll be lining up to see that one...