First off, he doesn't even get to 3000 in the end, so the title is invalid. Now that I got that out of the way, if you want to lose 2 hours of your life, pop this in the ol DVD player. It's kind of like watching golf, with more depression. There isn't even any sweet eye candy to break the mind numbing boredom that arises from Bernie Mac's mailed in performance. I'm pretty confident the casting director walked down the milk aisle at Kmart, pointed at the first dark skinned girl he saw, and asked her "do you want to be the female lead in a subpar baseball movie? Also I'm pretty sure Bernie Mac is dead, how did he make this movie in the first place? This movie has inspired me to buy any copy I find so that it can't hurt anyone else anymore.
Review of Mr. 3000
