The Dukes of Hazard
Imagine Godzilla taking a dump. It would be a turd the size of a city bus, and its name would be The Dukes of Hazard. That’s the nicest thing I can say about this movie. Nothing can redeem it. Not the gratuitous boobs. Not Willie Nelson. Punching Burt Reynolds in the face. Twice.
Avoid at all costs. It really is as bad as you’ve heard.
Next up: The Fantastic Four.