Big G was kind enough this morning to remind me of this review for the 1998 Carrot Top vehicle "Chairman of the Board".
It is, quite simply, brilliant (the review, apparently the film is so bad you'll try to gouge out your eyes with your remote control). This is the level of galaxy-spanning snark I wish I could summon up on a regular basis. This is Charlie Brooker on a day he's too miserable to hold back.
As is the perverted nature of mankind, of course, I am now desperate to see the film itself. Purely in the interests of science, you understand.