There’s a special shame that any truly thinking, feeling person feels when one contributes to the theatrical gross of an utterly brain-dead movie, I mean a true piece of crap — even if it’s for purely professional reasons, with a reimbursement eventually coming. Some films go so far beyond the pall of mere uninspired, lowest-common-denominator entertainment that they feel like an affront to humankind, an insult to all creative types everywhere, all the way down to rural Kentucky public access talk show hosts.