The Butterfly Effect...

... is clearly the worst movie ever made. I think I only wanted to see it because of Ashton, and also because when I lived in Paris they were promoting it as "L'effet papillon" which sounds like a lovely and profound film. Not the case. Not only does it feature unpleasantnesses such as child pornography, the burning of a dog, the smacking of various people's skulls with various blunt objects, mental institutions, Ashton Kutcher with a beard (what a waste!), crack whores and exploding babies, it also features some of the worst acting ever of ever. One of my favorite parts was when Ashton's weirdly friendly obese goth roomate says, "Dude, I think you should leave all this in the past. Why remember? You might end up more fucked up than you are now." And Ashton looks at him and goes, "You think you know me?! I don't even know me!" Give me a break.

I might have to rescind my approval of his marriage to Demi, as I don't think he deserves her. Then again, she is forty (+) . . .