Never in my wildest fantasies did I think it would be possible that out of the shadows a contender would emerge, ready to dethrone the reigning King of Constipation, Harrison Ford. For decades now the man has made a career of pursing his lips, furrowing his brow, and demanding that he be given something back (his family, his airplane, his crystal skull, etc.).

He wants for the bad men to return his property

And then along came Dennis Quaid in the shitfest that is “Vantage Point.” “Vantage Point” attempts to tell the story of a terrorist kidnapping in a Rashomon style ripoff, replete with rewinds, a vast array of underdeveloped characters, and Quaid grimacing his way through the film.

Quaid plays a shaky secret service agent, still recovering from a bullet wound and frazzled nerves.

The first closeup of DQ reveals he is in dire need of an outhouse

Still looking

Looking left

Looking right

Looking up and to the right

Still no end in sight

Damn it!

Chipmunk imitation! (it kills me that this wasn’t in focus)

Give me back my POTUS!

It’s ok DQ, I’m safe. William Hurt says you can take your exlax now

I think it’s working…

It’s definitely working

Hopefully tomorrow will bring a better bm