Movies such as The Skulls can age us critics on the wrong side of 40.

This film, directed by Rob Cohen (Daylight), is ostensibly a paranoid thriller. But for anyone who has ever seen real paranoid thrillers, such as The Parallax View or The Conversation, it's utterly, incurably candy-ass.
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Legendary comedian Groucho Marx once said "I sent the club a wire stating, Please accept my resignation. I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member". If Luke McNamara, Joshua Jackson's character in the adolescent crapfest - The Skulls - had taken Mr. Marx's advice, he could have saved himself and us from an agony worse than cramming for mid-terms.

 Written by John Pogue, the great creative mind behind U.S. Marshals - a yawner of a sequel to The Fugitive - The Skulls is so dumb it's an affront to the very audience it was intended for. Even teens who believe Scream is the greatest horror flick ever made (Lord, forgive them their trespasses.) will scoff at a Pogue's plot that resembles something out of Seventh Grade creative writing class.
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