Oh March, or as I like to call it, Hollywood's purgatory. We've survived the dog days of January and gotten through Oscar season without having to refer to James Cameron as our wise and just overlord. What do we get in return? Tim Burton raping your childhood and Jay Baruchel vehicles. The most intriguing part of this month in cinema is trying to figure out how this guy is considered an eight.
Thank god for Iron Man 2 and its May release date. I don't know if I can make it much longer than that. Then again, I could get my hopes up for The Bounty Hunter. That Gerard Butler is a dreamboat. There' also pedophilia central coming soon to a theatre near you. Who am I kidding? Help me, Robert Downey Junior, you're my only hope.
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