Why is Sunday afternoon TV so atrocious? There’s a B grade dance movie (called “Honey”) playing on TV starring Jessica Alba.
There is something about the B-Grade-Dance-Movie genre that I love almost as much as I love the American-Teenage-Highschool-Romcom genre. I like to see the various clichés played out over and over in a multitude of excruciating ways.
You can tell if a movie is B grade if :
- Happens to feature Jessica Alba.
- The main star is leading a bunch of random unknowns.
- The lead heroines lipstick is a dark, matt shade. (No A grade movie heroine would be caught dead wear dark matt lipstick.)
Besides, no movie called “Honey” can be anything other than a B grade movie or a mixed-racial, breakfast-based porno.
‘Jam’ would be a mixed-racial, breakfast-based orgy.
‘Cocopops’ would be a gay porn starring only older black men.
The ex has told me to copyright the idea for “Cocopops” because it’s so goddamn fantastic people might try to steal it.
I like the support I’m getting on this issue but of course I’m sure that there’s probably a dirty movie called Cocopops already out there.
So there, it’s copyrighted © Cocopops Porno 2011. All rights reserved.
I can’t believe there’s going to be Honey 2.
This movie is so bad it crossed over from the dance movie genre into a class on its own.
Why am I even watching it?