I forced my family to watch that piece of shit in the theater!

I was a pretty big fan of the comics. I didn't have very many, but I was super excited for the film.

Imagine an eleven-year-old non-stop hyping a movie for weeks. Telling everyone about how great the effects were going be. How it may sound dumb now, but wait till you see what they do with the character. How smart and witty and funny it was all going to be. Trust me. This is George Lucas, man. George Lucas!

Then we watched it...

The shame I experienced was palpable. I could feel my family's judgement and contempt growing with every scene. The duck tits. The scene where they almost fuck. The deeply uninteresting story. The dearth of characterization. No wit. No quality humor. Edge? Oh there's edge to spare. But it's a watered down version of that dumbfuck /b/tard kind of edge. Nothing biting or insightful. Just obtuse, weird, and inappropriate.

I see you didn't comment on how fucking depressing Howard the Duck is. It's just so damn bleak. If I ever am in a situation where I need that final bit of impetus to end it all, this is the movie I am going to watch.

It did teach me a valuable lesson about the power of hype though, so at least It wasn't a complete loss.