Not to sound like a broken record, but the only thing I’m getting out of The A-Team is some gratuitous shameless objectification of a Hot Old Man.
No Mr. T? Wrong, wrong, wrong. Can someone tell me why, all of a sudden, Bradley Cooper is in everything?
Damn you, Hollywood. This looks like a hot mess of Chernobyl proportions, but all you had to do was give Liam Neeson a cigar and some gray hair and I’m thinking about pre-ordering tickets. Damn my predictability! Damn it all to hell.