11 August 2006 | brian_mung
This film is on at the moment and though I can't confirm it medically, I fear it may have given me cancer.
I've not even made it through half of this film and I've had to leave my sofa and look it up. It's staggering that this film has been made. It can only have been written by children or by someone who was raised in the woods by magazines. No one speaks or thinks or acts this way. It's impossible to determine whether it's just grossly dismissive of its audience or simply that it is so ineptly conceived and structured that it isn't in fact the intrusively malevolent act that it appears to be and is merely the accidental creation of some misguided woman.
And though I'm not really enjoying it, the worst thing is that I'm almost certain I'm going to sit back down and watch the rest. I hate my life and everyone in it.