In case you're contemplating watching Nicolas Cage's recent movie, "The Weatherman", stop. It's an exercise in tedium and product placement. Every ten minutes or so, Cage gets hit with one fast food product or another, tossed from a moving car. That wouldn't be so bad (supposedly it's citizens upset with his weather predictions), but the script calls for Cage to say things along the lines of, "I just got hit with a ********** Hot Apple Pie" while holding up the packaging, just in case you weren't sure. The only thing missing was the price. And, don't worry, other junk food specialists got their licks in, too. And the geniuses in Hollywood wonder why no one goes to their movies anymore?

Oh, and the story was the usual simple-minded crap, too. Career-obsessed son/dad/husband (depending on which sub-plot is playing) watches his life fall apart just before being offered, and accepting, million dollar job of his dreams. Funny how a million dollars and fame will make all the bad stuff go away. Oh! No, wait! It wasn't the million dollars and fame. The job came with redemption, too!