Two Hours Of Our Lives Lost.

We’ve been sucked into the world of Netflix and have been watching a massive amount of movies lately, as if to test if we really do get unlimited movies each month. We are rebellious, I know this. Life on the edge, people.

Our latest watch? Lakeview Terrace.

I’d like to rename this movie, Welcome To The Neighborhood; It’s Time To Move or Why Do All Of Samuel Jackson’s Movies Suck Lately?

Unhappy about the interracial couple (husband is white, wife is African American) that moves in next door, psycho-angry-cop Able Turner (Samuel Jackson) decides to make their lives a living hell, forcing them to want to move. In one confusing scene, Able’s daughter goes next door to swim in the new neighbors pool without asking her dad’s permission first. Able comes home just in time to peak next door and catch his daughter dancing in her swimsuit to some poorly chosen Destiny’s Child CD outside the pool. He comes over and to make a point, drops his pants and begins to gyrate his hips and scream at his daughter in front of neighborwife lady. What the crap? Where I grew up, you’d get beat up for something like that. The daughter apologizes and they leave, with Able walking out of the back yard with his pants still around his ankles and boxers exposed. Again, I have to say… What the crap??

Unfortunately these days, I can’t see Samuel Jackson in anything without waiting for him to say, “I have had it with these mother—ing snakes on this mother—ing plane!!”

Sadly, there were no reptiles in this movie because that would have at least been mildy entertaining.