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John P. Hanlon

Top 5: Worst Movies of 2010

by John P. Hanlon

Admittedly, I try to avoid bad movies like the plague. Spending ten dollars on a movie that wastes my time isn’t my idea of a good time. However, there are some films that had potential but wasted it.

Therefore, my list of the worst five films of the year is composed of films that had the potential to be good but were ultimately an absolute waste. These stories aren’t worthy a ticket to the multiplex. They aren’t even worthy a rental. They are simply worthy of scorn and derision.

1.) The Virginity Hit: The worst movie of 2010 is this despicable and repulsive comedy. “The Virginity Hit,” which had the potential to be a solid but funny knockoff of “American Pie,” features some of the meanest characters on screen this year. I’m not sure why producers Will Ferrell and Adam McKay were involved in this project but it’s a terrible movie that was forgotten almost as soon as it hit theaters.


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Kurt Schlichter

Popular Music Abandons Everyone Over Forty

by Kurt Schlichter

Those damn kids today and their strange and frightening music raise an important question for me:  When did I become my dad?

Back in the eighties – when popular music reached its pinnacle of achievement - I would be home from college, in my room, cranking cool tunes and my father would get home from work, peer in, scrunch up his face and ask how I could listen to that infernal racket.  The answer, of course, was that I had (and still have, dammit) really awesome taste in music.


I actually pitied my Dad for being unable to appreciate the Midwestern-inflected post-punk glory of The Replacements, or the sonic frenzy of their Minneapolis brothers-in-noise Husker Du, or the soaring, roaring guitar heroics of The Clash.  I don’t know what music he actually liked.  There were some LPs lying around the house – kids, you can ask your parents what those are – but they were things like the Kingston Trio and the Sound of Music soundtrack.  This last one was a particular sore point for me since my mom got the idea to name me Kurt, which is the German equivalent of Melvin, from the little Von Trapp twerp who sang “Fa.” (more…)