Kevin needed a bullet

I've never wanted to kill a character in a movie as much as I wanted to kill Kevin. His face was ripe for punching. I hated every, single thing about him. I hated the way he tried to talk like a black thug, his ugly slit eyes & piglet face. He was a useless wimp without that gun, which Carley could of grabbed from him easily. He needed that gun shoved down his throat or up his cuolo. Dre was a ball-less wimp too, who could of easily stopped the crime and dropped off those girls near a hospital. His loyalty to that chubby, little useless sack of a**holes was nauseating.