Juwanna Mann (review)
Oh, this is the kind of movie during which you want to bang your head on the seat in front of you, at its cluelessness, at its idiocy, at its utterly misplaced earnestness. Why on Earth would a male screenwriter, a male director, and a male star believe that slapping a pair of boobs on themselves gives them miraculous insight into what it means to be a woman?






