Last night at Wanted I was mercifully spared the ubiquitous Coca-Cola Refreshing Filmmaker's Award with the guy chasing his girlfriend through the paintings of an art gallery. For my sins, however, I was treated to not one but two instances of this:

Fortunately for my faith in humanity, this was greeted with mild scornful laughter by the audience I was with, but holy shit, it's hard to imagine anything worse than two hours in a movie theater with the Lord Hee Haw of the 21st Century.