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A review by trike
Cold Space by Eric Calderon, Samuel L. Jackson
1.0
What the actual fuck?
Lots of actors try to be musicians and suck at it. Your Bruce Willises, Kevin Bacons, and, worst of all, Russell Crowe, who sings like a coyote caught in a leg-hold trap.
Recently a bunch of actors have tried to the same thing with comics to varying degrees of awfulness. This piece of crap from Sam Jackson is the equivalent of Snakes on a Plane except without the cleverness. If a coyote had the choice between reading this and getting its leg caught in a leg-hold trap, it would choose the goddamn trap.
Avoid this steaming pile. Watch those credit card commercials he does instead. They have better writing and a better plot.
Lots of actors try to be musicians and suck at it. Your Bruce Willises, Kevin Bacons, and, worst of all, Russell Crowe, who sings like a coyote caught in a leg-hold trap.
Recently a bunch of actors have tried to the same thing with comics to varying degrees of awfulness. This piece of crap from Sam Jackson is the equivalent of Snakes on a Plane except without the cleverness. If a coyote had the choice between reading this and getting its leg caught in a leg-hold trap, it would choose the goddamn trap.
Avoid this steaming pile. Watch those credit card commercials he does instead. They have better writing and a better plot.