To those who would exhort me to see the films before making judgments, I've got no love for films who trick ignoramuses into theaters with the opportunity to laugh at funny accents and zany ethnic wardrobes, or boobies and queers, or fat people and dwarves, for two hours only to try to make it all okay with a tacked-on feelgood moral-of-the-story ending about how even "different" people deserve love or wev. Fuck that. They're the cinematic equivalent of deathbed confessions. It's cynical and nasty, and I'm not going to withhold judgment on films that deliberately market themselves as xenophobic, sexist, queer-hating, lowest-common-denominator muck, and spend most of their screen-time being precisely that, "enlightened" ending or not.