Waiting
It's a bit chilly here. It is snowing. Sleet is expected to come down soon. I'm going to try to block off some tiles. A rodent of some sort has pushed up a load of fiber glass through a crack in the wall. I'm going to pull it out and set some foam on it. I can't tell if it is mouse or rat. There's no available soap for it to carry off, and no tooth scrapings on anything.
George H. Wells must have read that review of ROOM that appeared in Entertainment Weekly, and said it was so bad it has its own midnight movie shows. I saw Ewe Boll's POSTAL, and offer that up, Ewe Boll is a former sausage maker. He gets the photography right, but can't direct edit or offer anything by way of cohesion, story line or character.
Anyway, the household here has taken to watching DEATH NOTE, LOST, SAMURAI SEVEN, and DESERT PUNK.
posted by Robert Whitaker Sirignano @ 7:21 AM
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And what is amazing is that Postal is the best film that Herr Doktor Bolle has made to date.
I couldn't watch it all the way through. It was kind of the feeling I was watching someone's home movies that were spliced together. I mean, how low do you go for a joke and Vern Troyer?
I couldn't watch it all the way through. It was kind of the feeling I was watching someone's home movies that were spliced together. I mean, how low do you go for a joke and Vern Troyer?
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