Hey Phoebe. I just wanted to say that I love you and that everything is going to be okay. I mean, not perfect, obviously, but better. Like, we’ll probably have to get a new house. and also cars. But I’m coming to get you and this will all be over. Soon-ish.
Two absolutely chaotic, odes to guerrilla filmmaking, aueterism, and pushing boundaries. Cecil B. DeMented is a joyously silly, subversive, punk rock styled comedy from John Waters. Whereas, Why Don’t You Play in Hell? by Sion Sono is absurd, visually stunning, and ultra-violent.
Oh my god this is fucking AWESOME!
This is so fun!
I didn’t know what to expect, but it’s really extremely good. And it’s easy more thriller-esque than it is comedy.
It’s funny too, but it’s got me in a dizzying adrenaline rush…
And you can stop with the “Kristen Stewart doesn’t smile” talk. She smiles in here, even if she doesn’t smile, I smiled because she made me smile, she’s a funny chick.
nights in the Hansen house were dedicated to movies and cuddling. Heidi always had evening shifts at the hospital. Both you and Evan hated the thought of him being alone, so you started a tradition. The weekly
ritual began with dinner (courtesy of the leftovers in Evan’s fridge), and
continued into watching whatever movie ABC
was broadcasting. Usually, movies like Frozen,
Hoodwinked, or How To Train Your Dragon were what was played. But this faithful Friday
evening, the broadcasters of ABC
decided to play a movie that was rated R.
movie started out fine. It was about two undercover cops. One was nerdy and played by the rules, and the other was ‘a wild card’. It was a standard action-comedy film. There were a few odd sex jokes here and there, but for
the most part it was just explosives and a lot of boobs. As youou finally started to
understand the plotline, the movie began to get a little… risky. Risky turned into PG-13, then PG-13 turned into a full-blown sex scene. The man in the
movie was making out with his damsel in distress. His hands flown up to her top, flashing her boob-job bosoms.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Malcolm Arakanbe. I’m a straight-A student with nearly perfect SAT scores. I play in a punk band with my friends and I’m a 90s hip hop geek. A bad day for most geeks would be being the butt of jokes but when you live in the Bottoms, a bad day could look like this.