Remember how thrilled I was by the promotions for the film Fear Dot Com? It looks like the author of an AP review on Wired shares my sentiments: "Despite the popularity of his website and the string of corpses he’s left behind, Pratt has eluded police and the FBI for years. Mike figures the only way to find him is to log on, even though Terry warns him not to do it, and so begins the 48-hour countdown to death (which is never explained, but whatever). Then Terry points and clicks to try to save Mike, and guess what happens to her. Beautiful but boring, Terry contributes to the investigation with insights like, ‘We’ll know more when we get the body back to the morgue,’ and ‘Maybe this guy was trying to tell us something.’" I just feel sorry for the reviewer - at least I didn’t have to actually watch it. I think my favorite tomatoblurb sums it up best: "Cinematic poo."