Its not often I watch a movie and think "Damn, I could be an actor". Fifteen minutes into the film I exclaimed "Does anyone know how to act in this film?" that comment was matched with many laughs from my boyfriend who was idly listening to it while he painted in the other room, not long later he shut the door. Had I any sense I would have just watched him paint as I'm sure it would have yielded greater meaning than this wet fart of a Kill Bill ripoff replete with wholly unnecessary visual effects and a neo-noir narrative that could have been written by a 6th grader. I stayed for the whole stupid ride figuring just maybe something cool would happen. It does not, the fart just gets wetter and wetter until finally the credits rolled and I grabbed a much needed drink to wash away the wet fart stains this movie blasted into my face.
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