"I couldn't give a rat's balls who the fuck you are, I have tenure."
Carpe Diem, fuckheads.
Johnny Depp revives his bad hair from earlier career stinker The Tourist for another pretty weak comic melodrama. Given his personal history, I'm surprised at how unconvincingly he plays drunk and stoned in this. I guess all of that Hunter S. Thompson influence has finally worn off, or Johnny is just fucking tired of it all.
I'm beginning to wonder exactly how many times I've seen support groups represented in movies. I guess Hollywood lives and dies by the old adage, write what you know. And who better to understand and represent toxic and amoral environments than Hollywood. Here, the writers tackle campus life…