Ancient Native American legends speak of a mythical location in Southern California that used to make worthwhile motion pictures. This was back in the dim past, before hundred-million dollar budgets, “script doctors,” and Ben Affleck. Today, we live in a world devoid of creativity, a world where banter and subtext have been replaced with flatulence and crushed testicles.
This site is refuge for all of you who are tired of reading reviews by elitist snobs beholden to their newspaper editors or television producers; reviewers who because of weak spines and fear of litigation will not tell you the bitter truth about This Week’s Openings; reviewers who actually know something about film.
For I am one of you. And I have had enough.
Spoiler alert: These reviews discuss actual scenes from the movies. Nearly all the scenes, in fact. Do not read on a full stomach.
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