Movie Death Match 2007 tuh 2008

It all comes down to: For your moment of triumph, is it going to be the kick in the head ("You're the best! Around!")? Or is it going to be making out with the princess chick, and then getting freeze-framed throwing your fist into the air walking across a field ("Don't you. Forget about me. Don't don't don't don't you.")? Well, Molly Ringwald kind of freaks me out, so I think it's going to have to be the kick in the head. Sorry Simple Men; I know you're better than that crappy band from Karate Kid. Sorry John Hughes. Although you kind of deserve some punishment for bringing us Home Alone 1 through 4. And Beethoven through Beethoven's Fifth. And Maid in Manhattan. Actually, fuck you John Hughes.