A bad game directly from the central shithole HQ's maw, even by standards of inconsequential sci-fi. INSANE, psychotic liar alien foe alert (by which I mean the main controllable POS)! It wants to ruin not only good games but the concept of good games altogether. Kill this evil Ratchet (don't address him by any other name, seriously) nerd and all of his fans/aiders here on sight; don't hold back. 5.5/10

Well, I don't know what the star was thinking here. But then again it's not a tendency of these productions to think at all. 'Natasha' might be wholly expendable, especially if she were to decide to muck around in hicky Australia where an outlandish horror element reared its head. I still like to think of blonde female sorts who can make companions quick as being far more sophisticated and nuanced, tourists or otherwise. The whole habit of someone like Rose McGowan in Scream willingly throwing their life away on camera is so last century......and was not really all that worthy of trending even then. 5/10

So two French ******* decided to take this barnhouse screenplay slop under their wing......and as to be expected, the result is a huge nonsensical asshole whiff that has no business being released. Terrible actors abound, including lead Diego Klattenhoff. No amount of emoting by Charlotte Sullivan (best member of this crap cast by a landslide, yet no eye for scripts or characters or how to navigate her profession, she should stick to slumming it on lurid TV shows) is able to override the fact this is a sodden Canadian DUD with arty pretensions as overripe for mocking as those unmistakable speech impediments. 2.5/10

Ugh....yet another childish piece of shit Disney cartoon in the era of putrid made-for-TV bombs like Descendants without any story or any characters or any voice acting worth a damn, or any respect for world-building. Only this one has the gall to go all unapologetically corporate (I could care less that that IS essentially Disney at its roots) and try to impose what the future of this planet should be like a la Ready Player One from the same year of release (a 'movie' which blows too)......predictably, digitized content overruling everything with mindless site garbage like IMDb, and likely Rotten Tomatoes, somehow managing to cling on in the years ahead. Because the House of Mouse doesn't respect your audience intelligence (even that of little kids) or anything remotely worthwhile to the common citizen, everything has to be spoonfed to you as usual with all the subtlety and intolerability and silly messaging of forcibly hand-feeding pigs at a trough. i.e. "The bunny gets the pancakes, while the kitty gets the milkshakes!" Yuck. Could they even have faintly tried to make sense of how Ralph being a big dumb 'lovable' (not) oaf (at least as dumb as Disney today) of a game character is able to weave himself across any media which hosts graphical data? Because normally game graphics are not able to shift into Internet features. No, of course not! Easier not to be worthwhile, to be nonsensical, to be boring as sin, and offensively gayish/cartoonish/dramatic at all that which is the path and fate Disney retards/retard fans have chosen. I wanted to punch everyone in the throat minimum by the end of this shitheap of a sequel involved in the making of it which can't begin to understand the meaning of family fun or its own title, which also makes no sense. Forget boycotts or demanding trash like this gets unmade and apologized for. Why does nobody suitably equipped have the balls to firebomb the Walt Disney Company already and put it out of its misery? These lunatic rat cartoons clearly are not willing to ever stop perpetrating their total sellout, idiotic snot propaganda (such as games made with advanced graphics engines must obviously be termed 'video games') that are so last century, completely out of touch. Call it a textbook case of an evil minion company at large like Disney equal to a Peter Pan, refusing to grow up, to evolve. 2/10

Something I went back and revisited merely to reconfirm what it had to disclose about the American sex club scene. As I suspected, it's a tad on the surface, if not wholly locked to the margins as Aguilera and Cher have this predictable, if affable rapport where the older woman's trust is not gained easily. The musical element is passable, doesn't grate. All things considered, it's the sort of movie unfortunately and ultimately loyal to the concept of satiating Californian trash rather than rejecting it, to prolonging tired old traditions of how strip clubs should be run rather than challenging them. Even while you're kind of forced to admit the whole endeavor does have some common sense awareness about it.......such as not making Kristen Bell the main character, but an antagonist of sorts. Gigandet is another such example of studio contract hiring, expendable. 6/10