A few weeks ago I suffered a really bad experience in a hot tub. With regards the gory details, we’ll leave it there. So it was with understandable trepidation that I took a seat in my local multiplex to watch Hot Tub Time Machine.
Walking out of the cinema 126 minutes later, my hot tub-phobia was cured. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat at a dairy farm, Hot Tub Time Machine washed away any fears previously harboured.
(To read more of this review head on over to creativepen.co.uk)