The movie reviews are back, and, oh, look what month it is. That’s right-we’re looking at March, which almost always results in taking a glance at the worst movies ever made. Coincidentally enough, my Dad and I tend to look out for each other in this regard-we’ll send each other a heads up on movies that are just horrible, or we’ll even just send each other the dvd’s themselves. One day, I received Latitude Zero in the mail from Pops.
Latitude Zero is not a good movie.
Latitude Zero is not even an enjoyable good movie. Thanks a lot, Dad. Jerk. Continue reading MasterChugs Theater: ‘Latitude Zero’