Deuce BigalowIs it the heat and humidity or does it seem like the only requirement to gain entry into some of summer's second-half stinkers is a pulse and the ability to become dumber? In his article, Stephen Schaefer examines Hollywood's current crop of genius, the poor actors paid to support them as well as what's to look forward to as we baby-step towards the end of August. With such memorable classics like The Island, The Cave, Deuce Bigalow 2, Rebound and Stealth (a.k.a. "you mean the bad guy is, like, a fighter plane?"), it's hard to imagine that Oscar season is just right around the corner.

When all is said and done, how will we define the summer of 2005?  Is it the summer of failed re-makes and T.V. show revivals? I mean, with gems like The Dukes of HazzardBewitched, The Bad News Bears and The Honeymooners, is it a surprise Jessica Simpson's short-shorts have become the only real winner at the box office?  Or is it the summer before another heavy dose of comic-book adaptations with SupermanReturns, X-Men 3 and Spiderman 3 waiting to battle evildoers everywhere?  Should we go on to expect these sorts of trends to continue through future summers or will Hollywood have the balls to dust off the old original idea?  Wait, I think I know the answer.