
Here's the problem: it was the scientific definition of the word: trite. Horribly written. Poorly conceived. Not an original or BELIEVABLE moment in it. I spent the first thirty minutes trying (TRYING!) to stomach the horror of it. It kept getting gradually worse. Crap on top of crap. I don't know which high school drama teacher wrote it, but I had to abandon The Contract before the mid-way point. An even lower-point for Morgan Freeman than the bowel shaking Feast Of Love. Cusack's worst movie evah! (Okay, I briefly forgot about Con Air.)
So, I didn't finish it. Wouldn't suggest it for anything other than a break-up date. Wouldn't subject even orphans to it. And I'll flip the channel when this comes on SpikeTV in the next six months.
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