Every now and again I amaze myself with moments of brilliance. Tonight, as I was driving to Blockbuster to return one of the most craptastic movies of all time, it occurred to me that the grieving person has qualities that, when put to use, would benefit humankind. Specifically, our (okay my) low tolerance for bullshit, need for mental escape, and new love of profanity (maybe it's not that new) creates the perfect wonder-storm of conditions for critique that people can actually use. And I LOVE to bitch about movies. Wh So, by default, y'all get to read what I'm thinking about what I'm watching.
To the point: In the Name of
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