by Walter Chaw A completely pointless exercise in winsome,
pathetic hand -
wringing, the navel - gazing Bobby is just one of this year's inevitable examples of the power of nepotism in dictating who gets to continue churning out the worst films anyone's ever seen.
It's a bit sad, a bit
pathetic, to watch the forensic geeks in attack mode, parsing away, moving the ball beautifully, demanding citations, the
hand -
wringing European elegant ball - players like Bart, the water - carriers, the hard men of midfield, not lacking in skill themselves but still able (indeed, preferring?)