I chewed off every single fingernail. Mind aching doldrums would have been more interesting. I actually feared snoring and humiliating myself through the movie. Would it be cheating on my husband if I slept with an entire theater of people?

Josh Hartnett has no personality in Resurrecting the Champ, and in fact may be the personality vacuum where other personalities get sucked in, never to be seen again. He couldn't have been more trite, less interesting, and more forgettable. If Hartnett doesn't find a way to rely less on his beauty to get him through, he'll never be anything other than the contents of a nice photograph.

I am most disappointed with Jackson. He has proven time and again that he is a great actor who takes any and all roles that come along. He continues to align himself with those features that could kill his career because he decides on quantity over quality. He isn't even good in this movie. He had a terrible script to work with but he still didn't seem to make the character his own. He is cliche and boring.

Jackson's prosthetics were terrible. Allan A Apone, the makeup artist for Jackson should be banned for ever from doing movie makeup. The prosthetics and makeup were a different color than Jackson's face so you could tell where they start and end. He looks like he put his face in a giant vat of Elmer's Glue, stood up, swirled it around a bit and let it set. What a horrible excuse for a face.

Miss this movie; miss it and thank me. You don't want to have your soul sucked or get bruises on your forehead.