" Hi, come on in! Drugs to the right, hookers to the left." I don't really know how to say this diplomatically or gently or without resorting to hyperbole, so I'm just gonna come out and say it. This. Movie. Was. AWFUL. He Knows You're Alone was pretty bad, but it had the redeeming quality of camp. Mazes and Monsters was mostly the same, but it had some funny moments, character development, and a plot that at least made some semblance of sense. In my last post, I spoke about discovering a new appreciation for Splash. But this? Gah. I don't know where to start. So Rick Gassko (Hanx himself) is a crude, juvenile troublemaker who has the best possible job for someone like him - bus driver for a Catholic school. After an afternoon of shuttling around a bunch of dice-throwing, fist-fighting, Playboy-peeping eight year-olds (you know, just another day at the office) with his topless hula gal jiggling her jubblies on his dashboard, Rick, havin...