"I think you're a selfish bowl of bitch sauce."
That, my friends, is a shining example of the awful writing of teenage characters. Though, to be honest, bad writing is kind of Wish Upon's main ingredient. Well, that and a trash picking, sax playing dad courtesy of Ryan Phillippe. I can't even.
About on the level of Leonetti's last effort, Annabelle, which isn't saying much.