There’s something deeply satisfying about watching a really bad thriller on a Friday night. If it’s starring some miscast kooky actor like Nicolas Cage, all the better. If it can’t decide whether it’s a thriller, sci-fi, family drama, or a potential horror movie, the over the top histrionics reach comedy-movie levels and become worth watching for their own sake when the plot becomes too nauseating. If it were any other day of the week, I’d say that Knowing, the movie, really sucks. Not to mention that it requires so much suspension of disbelief that I doubt most adults can do all the necessary mental acrobatics—I know I wasn’t terribly limber in that area tonight—so this movie which presents yet another doomsday scenario, really creepy old houses and blonde men in black coats ended up being unintentionally funny. It’s a good B movie for us big kids who like deep-fried, syrrupy sweet and drenched in ketchup junky-pop culture once in a while.