30,000 miles up this morning via the glory of JetBlue, I was subjected to the 2nd Flintstones live action movie. You know, the one without John Goodman and Rick Moranis.
Thankfully, no superior outer space creatures were monitoring this straight-to-video release or they’d have enslaved us all. Right about now, I’d be breaking rocks in the hot sun.
What part did Stephen Baldwin’s role as Barney Rubble play in his eventual meltdown and re-emergence as an extreme-sports loving Christ freak / anti-porn crusader? I’m curious, but on the general scale of aesthetic crimes, this was worse than watching the Hinder video twice in a row.