Mini-Review: Imagine someone shitting down your cockhole. It's got two of the three bad things on the planet: wine and sandra oh or ellen page. (The third bad thing is Barack The Islamic Rock Obungler[it's actually liverpool or italy]) i'd like to turn sandra oh sideways and shove her left side first through a crinckle cut fries maker. make fucking french fries out of sandra oh's decrpetic simariloin corpse and serve it at mcdonalds for a buck they would have to bury the dog to tie it around her cunt FUCK

Mini-Review: A perfect movie. But more than that, too. I believe that this film is so good, it is not only the finest film ever made, but that it is the finest film that could ever possibly be made. It sits on top of the pile of cinema the way Lolita would on a book shelf. I am not given to hyperbole in this direction (I tend to hate things with great passion) but you cannot consider your favorite film justified until you have compared it with this one. Beautiful, divine, perfect.

Mini-Review: It took me a little while to grapple with, to come to terms with, the implications of the world's future that stem from watching this "film." It seems that now goodness is dead. All the great deeds of man have been, in finality, in vain. We have failed to prevent this "film" from being made and a curse is upon us, upon our house, now. Darkness comes to animate life and matter. Why have we done this. What could be the purpose of life. Forsaken now. This is the end, this is the end. Oh--Israel!