By now you understand our tastes when it comes to movies. Some have called it snobbery. Others have called it just plain weird. We call it, ‘not wasting money or time on any more of your bullshit shennagins cause it doesn’t matter how many motherboards you melt rendering a giant robot’s balls thinking it’s a funny joke or that racist little robots are the pinnacle of comedic genius we’re not watching your film abortions any more, Michael Bay! You here that!? Never a-damn-gain!’

Where were we again?

Oh right: movie snobbery.

Now it would appear that a flick named HOT TUB TIME MACHINE automatically falls into that area located directly beneath the nose. You would think this. Hopefully, you didn’t take bets because you would be dead wrong.

Maybe it’s John Cusack owning up to his humble teen loser years. Maybe it’s Craig Robinson’s deadpan Aside Glance as he quizzically ponders how they partied in a hot tub in 2010 one night and woke up in 1985 the next night. Maybe still it’s Robinson’s all defining question, “What color is Michael Jackson?” that spared the cash on opening night.

The trailer lurks below.
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