I wasn't much inclined to go see "The Dukes of Hazzard," but now that it's been dubbed by at least one critic as the worst film of the century thus far, I'm actually a little bit curious.

Here's what the hilarious San Francisco Chronicle review actually says:

"The Dukes of Hazzard" is hardly some routine bad movie. Rather, it's one of the elite, right up there with "I Am Curious ... Yellow" (1967) and Bo Derek's "Ghosts Can't Do It" (1990), in stiff competition for the lamest thing ever put on celluloid. Of course, that makes it, by default, the worst film so far of the 21st century, but to say that does little to acknowledge the ambition behind this project. Make no mistake, director Jay Chandrasekhar was swinging for the fences with this one. He was shooting for the millennium.

But this is my favorite part of the review:

Between chases, the Dukes often call upon their cousin Daisy, the prettiest gal in town, to act sexy and use her feminine wiles on some bureaucrat. Singer Jessica Simpson, in her first film role, plays these seduction scenes with admirable self-assurance, but of a kind that's also faintly embarrassing. It's as if someone told her something about herself that wasn't quite true.