Megan has a good time:

It is the worst movie you will ever love.  It is a low-budget romantic drama filmed at massive expense by a writer-director whose script suggests the deft social observations of an autistic Objectivist with a severe injury to the right temporal-parietal junction of his brain. The dialogue is not merely wooden, but petrified.  And the actors seem to be reading it off cue cards located somewhere over the left shoulder of whomever they happen to be talking to.

The end result is a sort of anti-genius.

And have you seen Eastbound And Down? Some of the best sex-comedy scenes ever. Check it out on demand.

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