Well, it's that time of year again. The leaves are turning, temperatures are cooling, football is starting, freshmen are losing their virginity, and the last of the summer movies have trickled out of theaters to be replaced by the crap no one cares about. That also means it's time for my third annual Summer Movie Awards, where I give the low-down on the best and worst of the film season. However, instead of past years where I've given out arbitrary (and metaphorical) "awards," I've decided to simplify things by just listing the three worst and three best films of the summer. Don't blame me if your favorite movie sucked. I'm just the messenger.