Maybe someday when I'm running out of room on my amazon site and need more space, I'll take this review off to make room for my review on how much I like pears--yeah, I'm talking about the fruit. 3000 miles was the most craptacularly written movie since Gigli, which came after it, yeah, it's that bad- it's even worse than a movie that hadn't been created yet. Can you grasp that? Do you realize what a metaphysical can of worms that is? The movie opens with Kurt Russell going to a bar in the desert and meeting Courteny Cox, banging her a couple times, then dressing up like Elvis with Kevin Cosner and robbing a casino. This sounds funny right? Yeah, it quite possible could've been, but it kind of turned out to be the opposite, horrible. Some parts are entertaining, like where a kid in the movie goes to the bathroom and the guy in the stall next to him farts. If the best part though is a guy farting, you need to ask yourself this question: Would I be spending my time more wisely learning all the lyrics to theme song for Captain Planet, the cartoon?