Scooby-Doo

Being sick is a nightmare, but watching Matthew Lillard act circles around a crusty CGI dog is the only thing keeping me sane. Fred’s hair is more bleached than my patience for high school, and Daphne is out here fighting ghosts in heels at a rave while I can’t even reach for my water without blacking out. It’s cinema, it’s 2002, and it’s the only thing preventing my fever from turning into a full-on villain origin story