Oh, how I loathe filmmakers. Every year, they take another of my beloved geek franchises and mutilate it beyond recognition. It's like the time your car got stolen for a few days and when the cops found it all that was left was one wheel, an overpowering smell of urine, and your NKOTB mix tape. But you still drove it, because it was your only choice. Well, Mr. Bigshot Producer, we're still gonna watch your movie... but we don't have to like it! Please Note: Also good to wear on blind dates.