It is one of the great challenges of criticism to be fair, balanced, and less than snarky when doing one's job. It is the cliche, the passe, to be the vile, bile-spewing critic immortalized by Jon Lovitz in the best animated series to get cancelled by Fox (and stay cancelled).

And then there are times when one feels free to lash out with hatemongering and vitriol like never seen, when there is no punishment harsh enough for the atrocity viewed. Kinda like Hiroshima, or the Britney and K-Fed reality show.

ShitSoRunny: The Movie is one of those times.

Seriously, how bad is it that I was wishing Michael Bay had directed the thing? "C'mon," I found myself saying, "just blow something up or gimme some cheesecake here. This sucks!" The whole thing reminded me of a Trailer Park Special Edition of America's Funniest Videos, replete with the nail-gun to the testicles and gratuitous fat-guy-falling shots repeated over and over to "Baby Got Back."

The plot was simple--so simple that mention of any aspect of it will ruin the movie for you. More than it's ruined itself. One word: ""Macarena." There, it's done. You know the whole thing right now, don't you? Alright, one more word: "orangutan."

At least it's mercifully short, much like the sexual fumblings of a pubescent boy in his mommy's underwear drawer (sound familiar?) with roughly the same result. Let's just say things end up very sticky and smelling like day-old shrimp.

So, my final verdict on ShitSoRunny: The Movie? Go see it. I hate all you fucking people anyway, so go suffer, suffer and rot you infantile cheez-whiz-devoted JuJuBees-scarfing half-wits!

Until next time, this is CBear47 saying, "Down in front, or I'll break your fucking neck."