It’s jaw-droppingly bad.  I mean that literally.  There were at least two instances where my jaw dropped in complete disbelief of some of the things this movie did.  When you get to the scene where “Angel of the Morning” starts blasting out of nowhere, you’ll know what I mean.

I wish I were exaggerating, but this is so much worse than I could have possibly imagined.  Hader and Skarsgård are the only parts of this movie that I could say…