Kicked In The Head represents a new nadir in the relatively new and none-too-promising aimless-slacker genre. Walking And Talking's Kevin Corrigan stars as a dim-witted, drug-addled twentysomething who loses his apartment and job in quick succession and sets out on a spiritual journey of self-enlightenment. Soon, however, his wacky con-man uncle, played by James Woods, has Corrigan deliver a mysterious package to a stranger in a subway station. Things go predictably wrong, and Corrigan ends up being chased at seemingly random intervals by a Russian arsonist working for mobster Burt Young. Corrigan hides out from the mob at beer distributor Michael Rapaport's apartment, and woos alcoholic stewardess Linda Fiorentino when not jotting down pseudo-poetic ramblings in his journal. Self-indulgent, inane and boring, Kicked In The Head is easily one of the worst films of the year. Co-writer/star Corrigan is largely to blame, for both the wretched, disgustingly precious, cloying screenplay and for his abysmal performance. It's likely that Corrigan envisioned his character as some sort of zeitgeist-capturing anti-hero, but he comes off as merely irritating and bland.