Quitting Time: 20 minutes? Exactly when Bruce had a finger knuckle deep in his nose.
Can we all just agree that MY NAME IS BRUCE doesn’t exist? I don’t want to live in a world where this is the directorial culmination of the genre’s most beloved, bitter thesbian. Nor do I want to acknowledge that the same person who wrote this month old, out in the sun tub of cottage cheese was the same man who wrote the season 3 finale of “BATTLESTAR GALACTICA”. It just can’t be.
Twenty minutes is a harsh cut off considering I’ve sat through 90 minutes of ALIEN APOCALYPSE, but this isn’t how I want to remember the Chin. This isn’t a wry dissection of his career the same way MAKE LOVE THE BRUCE CAMPBELL WAY is. This is lame duck, scrapping the barrel, painful to endure crap.
I’m fairly certain science says that if we all think about it real hard, we can will MY NAME IS BRUCE out of existence. It’s worth a shot.
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