Not to be confused with the movie Guy, where mega-goddess Kimber Riddle shows us everything. Jesus Christ she's so fucking incredible.

This cat named Guy bumps into some former high school buddies, and before you know it he's helping them steal a wrestling trophy from their old school. The action is mainly people being chased, the jokes aren't funny, and everybody oversells everything that happens. If they were still producing episodes of Saved by the Bell with the original cast this could totally be one of them. What would they be up to now? "Saved by the Bell: The Mid-Life Crisis Years"? That doesn't quite jibe with how old the cat in this flick is supposed to be, but it's close enough. I'm probably... Holy shit, the people in this movie are actually talking about Saved by the Bell. You have GOT to be fucking shitting me. I was just trying to be a dick, but I think this flick really does want to be like Saved by the Bell. So that's it then, it's finally happened: movies have actually become even more retarded and crappy than my opinion of them. I feel like I've come home after a long journey, but instead of finding Kimber waiting for me in a little black dress, cradling a bottle of Screaming Eagle in her arms, Zack Morris is in my house. He's so utterly wasted that he can't find the bathroom, so he's just standing in my living room, pissing all over the floor. He drank my Screaming Eagle, and Kimber is gone, long gone. Maybe she was never even there.

I hate movies.