Words fail me…

So I see Blockbuster is going out of business down the street, and I decide, since I’m going to be starring as Harold Hill in The Music Man in a few weeks, to see if either the 1962 version, or the newer one with Matthew Broderick and Kristen Chenowyth, is for sale (they weren’t).  But I happen down the horror aisle and catch one title that I had to grab from the shelf to see if it was honest-to-goodness for-real—and to my…horror…it was. 

Here’s the description, from Wikipedia:

The Gingerdead Man

And so, I’m thinking, how utterly miserable must your life be, that you’d give, what, an hour-and-a-half of it up to watch this…this…this…words fail me.

But there’s more; when I Googled it, I learned, much to my…horror…that there’s a sequel:

The Ginderdead Man 2: Passion of the Crust

But wait…there’s even more.  Yes, more.  Soon, we can all look forward to…yeah, you’re way ahead of me here, aren’t you?

The Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver

OK, now I’ll say it:

Words Fail Me…