I have to find a job soon but i cant because it is the law that you make sandwich wif smile on your face and i cant do that because making sandwich make me more miserable and i hate people i cook it for and i also want to fuck their children i smell my wifes putrid runny crushed juice-box pussy and become disgusted and this makes me horny again so i fuck it and i may just fuck the fat bitch and her fat cunt mother on the same night maybe wait til baby be born and let it age four years and bring wife and wife mother to preschool fuck them on top of toybox and blow teacher brains out then fuck each child and blow each brain out then feed brain to retard daughter then fantasize about glorious make fuck wif daughter and then brain blowing then come back to miserable consciousness and realize im good father so no brain blowing but still fuck her young retard cunt because i show affection i want her to grow up big and strong and learn to fuck my sweet grandchildren and dis make my life worth living so i no blow my brains out. you americans like romantic so buy my movie. my pockets feel good. oh.. horny again, come here grand-daughter.
So i thought the "number five" chick was a dumb valley girl trying to pull off an aussie accent... turns out she IS AUSTRALIAN! which means shes not even good at her own native accent. bad.
ok i saw it. it is perfect. it is a work of art. it is a Matisse painting. it is the most fun ive ever had or ever will have at a theatre. (well, watching a movie, anyway) some of the most exciting, unpredictable characters ive ever seen. As i left the theatre, i couldnt close my mouth and as i though of what to tell my friends, i couldnt think of anything. "just see it or you'll regret it", i said. After a clockwork orange, it might be the greatest film ive ever seen. Incase you're confused, im of course, talking about HIGHSCHOOL MUSICAL 3!!!! HAALLLOOOOO?!?! ...... no seriously, go see this before its too late.
Sometimes i like stuff where this guy is kinda important, but not superhero important, then he kinda stumbles into the wrong thing at the right time, and shit gets turned upside down and now hes super. and he doesnt know why, but his brain tells him to save stuff and blow stuff up, so he looks for stuff to try out his blowin-stuff-up-powers on. and big loud explosions happen and girls fall in love after being saved and im pretty tired of writing this review now but yea, its good.
the ratings totally just for Mark Wahlberg's performance. i had no idea he could be that funny or even ACT. besides that, good luck trying to find out what the hell its about... i didnt.
Keir Gilchrist sucks at acting pathetic, probably because hes already had girlfriends and is not a virgin. Im still waiting for Emma Roberts to have a night of heavy 4-Loko drinking and collapse from internal and external bleeding. i don't wish this to happen to her, im just patiently waiting for it. Zach Galiafaliglastagrasoceous needs a goddamned agent that cares about him.
i've seen a billion movies about the haunted detective chasing the mysterious killer who you either think did it and later find out didn't or find out that the movie made you think he didn't by using the "its too obvious, so he didn't" clues and then we find out he fucking did do it and the movie fucked us because if he really did it, why do you have to make us feel stupid for finding out it was him at the beginning because we totally could have used our time better, like thinking about why he did it instead of why we're supposed to think he didn't or did do it when we don't fucking care anyway, we're trying to escape our depressing lives.