So I recently turned in a movie review of "Superbad"...
It went a little something like this (cutting out some of the juicier parts that may or may not be considered evidence of remorselessness for administrative proceedings if they happen to find my site)
Finally, a movie that lives up to it's name! Superbad neither suprised nor dissappointed in this regard as so many hyped-up films do!
Exiting the theatre could only be described as elation, which, given the mental-masturbatory back-patting nature of the film, should not be confused with fellation, which costs twice as much and lasts half as long, or in my case, half as very, very, long (You know it!).
Dull and monotone are words too vibrant to describe the horror that was dialogue in this movie. It was as if a pair of newlyweds in their wedding car ran over a cat, and the cans accompanying the "Just Married!" sign got tangled around the poor mangled creature. For the rest of the movie, I felt as if it was dragging itself along the roadside with it's one good paw, yowling in pain while the cans jingled and rung behind it with every move, the wiring pulling tighter on the cat's fur.
But that's just me, my friends thought it was ok."
So ya, administrative evaluation for the win.
Don't rock the boat without a lifejacket, kids.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
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