Like a really bad fart you can't waft away. Like nails screeching along a chalk board. Like a bad taste that has you running for the mouthwash. Cinderella launches a vicious assault on the senses that will have you rushing to the exits. I wouldn't wish the torturous (what felt like) 15 hours I endured watching this film on my worst enemy. If there's any brave masochists out there who need a challenge, just try and go the full 10 hours (?) in the ring with this movie.