If you want to be up the proverbial creek Without A Paddle, be my guest. Just be forewarned: These waters are putrid.
In an inept movie that makes even Catwoman seem sane, Steven Brill turns Without A Paddle into twaddle about the strength of boyhood friendship, the value of being alive and the lure of heterosexual liaisons, even with hairy-legged tree-huggers.
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