Archive for September 2018
16 posts from 01 to 30 September 2018.
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This started as one of those Christian themed scripts, but someone took a hatchet to it and turned into an abomination of epic proportions. Sinful, without pleasure.
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Rambo is a PTSD-laden ‘Nam veteran, drifting over flyover country and getting mistreated by everyone he finds.
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The only winning move is logic-bombing on HAL. Finally the long awaited sequel of The Breakfast Club where the cool girl doesn’t end up depressed.
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An alternate future where the “AI” response to “Siri, cure my loneliness” is not “Searching for porn/one-night-stands”, but phone sex with a machine.
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More of the same shit, only more so.
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Powerful stuff, particularly the post-credit Charlottesville “Unite the Right” rally. 50 years go by in a flash.
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Twilight of the Body Snatchers. The Stephanie Meyer connection was only brought up later.
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The 80’s equivalent to the Fleischer cartoons. A smörgåsbord of dated effects, product placement, smoking in inappropriate locations and sex jokes. You know … for kids!
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2001, a Blair Witch in Space.
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Jamie Lee Curtis honey traps 4 guys concurrently before their very eyes, and gets away with it! She falls for the one who finds her weak spot: sexual arousal when hearing spoken Russian.
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An Australian plays William Wallace, another Hollywood stunt casting choice. Robert Bruce is a minor character, but he was more important overall.
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Standard “drugs are bad” flick. Despite being about heroin addiction, everybody is happy, and after a brief “Kum ba yah” all is good.
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An ultra depressing film about lowlife Blockbuster Clerks / drug dealers that bite more than they can chew and get their lives kicked down a notch.
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A demo reel for Hot Jesus. A box ticking enterprise. Not even worth it to finish the
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Boner pill commercials masquerading as the Boogie Nights of romantic comedies.