Pluto Nash. Yup. It’s real. Someone (you know who you are) better laugh it up as much as they can because he’s going to be eating moist kitty litter for giving me this eye-bleeder. Out of respect for his reasons, and to raise my anger to a suitable level whereby I can punish his testicles with nettles without any pangs of remorse, I watched all of it. All. Every bastard bit. My Friday night, ruined. There will be blood and swollen, stinging man parts. It lost the studio over $100 million. Good. That means there won’t be a sequel.
0½ because, amazingly, I've been forced to watch worse out of 5
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Brilliant.
Good thing I didn't watch it. :P
Better run while the blood in Doc's eyes is still blinding him.
1 it might be good fodder for a riffing out of 5.
I think "worse than Pluto Nash" should be a new tag.
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It should be.
I got exactly 19 minutes and 42 seconds into it.
Stopped it and tossed it in the trash bin with a :smug:
The 20 minute rule. You've made an old man proud. And jealous.
Wasn't quite 20 minutes.
I laughed when I saw the time I made it to. Not quite 20 but pretty damned close.
I don't recall the last film I turned off before it ended. Yogi Bear I think.
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