So we start off with a man who ignored the AIDS epidemic and caused the economic ruination of the middle and lower class Americans. All the while causing imprisonment to skyrocket.
It's Ronald Reagan.
"The actor???"
He makes out with a wretched beast...not Nancy. An ape.
He falls asleep screaming "JELLY BEANS!!!!!"
The theme from Killer Klowns from Out Space start.
I love the Dickies.
I'm kidding...I'm not doing this.
But, seriously, go watch that video.
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@Soundsaboutleft Anyway. We see Goneoff and the Dwarves fuck off as Billy trips balls. Billy is about to off the pathetic Gollum when he realizes a few things 1) Gollum can’t see him 2) Gollum looks so beautiful and 3) He can’t kill his fiancé.
So he jumps over Gollum and leaves.
@Soundsaboutleft Gollum is sad that Billy breaks off their engagement and leaves him at the altar.
It stars Watson Freeman as Billy Dimebags, Ian Magento as Goneoff the Sorceror, and Dick Armentiasjdfi as Thorns From a Rose.
It also stars my liver crying in anticipation of the liquor required after I watch this abomination.
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I need better followers.
I'm gonna go cry a little and then start this. I may quit halfway through. It's been almost a decade since I saw this and I remember it sucked all the balls in the world.
Mellow Greetings, Twitter! I am Live Reviewer SAR. I hope that my live review of the wondrous Demolition Man can solve your boggle or, at least, inspires joy-joy feelings in all of you.
This movie stars Sly Rocky as John Spartan Kick, Sandra Blindside as Aldous Huxley's cousin, Wesley Snipes as Simon Says Tucson, Dennis Leary as Bill Hicks, and Rob Schneider as an insufferable tool.
The movie came out in 1993 and easily predicted the future.
Especially considering they don't touch each other. Uh. They lived through some version of Covid. Like. Cocktoid.
Tonight's review is the intellectual and introspective journey into the very soul of the American Spirit and History.
A true historical analysis that tries to get to the root of our shared American experience.
Of course I'm talking about National Treasure. Let's do this.
It stars Nick Coppola. No. Seriously. That's Francis Ford Coppola's nephew.
*burp*
Okay. Also has Justin Bierbertha and Freddy Kruger's cousin Diane. Also includes Angelina Jolie's Trumper dad.
Also. Sean Bean. He better get ganked.
I should start this off by saying that I will not try to spend too much time pointing out all the historical inaccuracies because I'm a shitty reviewer but not that shitty a reviewer.
These movies are the cinematic equivalent of someone taking a sledgehammer to my femur.
Painful, slows me down, and makes me wish the pain would stop.
Unlike being crippled, I should be able to recover from this trash soon enough.
Why do people like these movies? I would rather figure out how to have a crab navigator my small intestines while it held a switchblade than watch this again.