The first movie was a pile of garbage, this movie is a pile of garbage with vomit on top. Where do I start. The special effects were crude and looked home made, like on a laptop on the kitchen table bad. The acting was so mechanical and bad, Arnold Schwarzenegger thinks its funny, but he won't be coming back. And the script, who wrote it, Linda, Heather R., Heather B., Heather L., Heather A., Blair, Ashley Binder-Joiner-Pinker-Kelssey-Pugner-Koch and Cindy Bowen. It reads like a bunch of prep school girls wrote it while they were mad at their teacher and were stuck at the Mall because their dad's limo couldn't come pick them up for two hours and there was no cell phone service (the horror) at the Mall. This "movie" failed on every front, why, because it deserved to. This move is a narcissistic ego trip trying to pass itself off as a thinly veiled attempted by the morally corrupt elite "right" to portray itself as the "victim" of the all consuming poor. This movie is completely disconnected from reality, it is fiction, no worse, its bad fiction, even worse, its preachy bad fiction. If I could find out where to write to demand my money back, I am willing to spend hours to do it, just so I could know that NONE of my money went to the support the "groups" that made this huge pile of puke. Trash.
Review of Atlas Shrugged II: The Strike
