This movie kicks ass.
Look, people are gonna like this more than me and that’s fine; no matter what, we all agree that this movie has the best title of any movie released in like the last 20 years.
Here’s a lesson in filmmaking language: It’s hard to make a screenlife movie interesting. But this one is!
“Best” sellers? More like “not the best” sellers, oh yeah, there’s that sweet burn I’m lookin’ for.
God, yes, meta-docs, just inject that right into my veins, please.
See, the title works because of racism.
13,000 is, and I’m getting really technical here, a whole lot of goddamn feet to be at.
Bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz eeeeeeeeee bzzzzz
A good movie that reminds us maybe the movies aren’t always the safest place to be, especially when a killer is killing people in the audience dead.
Momoa, more problems.
Not that kind of Teddy, or the other kind of Teddy. It’s just a guy named Teddy. Life is boring sometimes. But this movie isn’t!
God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change, but also please, PLEASE explain to me why people still make movies like this one.
I cannot think of two words less-suited to follow one after the other, and also I cannot think of a movie title that conveys “ass kicking” better than this.
Other acceptable director comparison: Hal Ashby.
But up with Diego Ongaro and Freddie Gibbs and Bob Tarasuk.
For anyone in search of a “Luca” alternative.
Like strawberry jam. Or Nutella. Or in some cases a plague. There’s so much love here, and it’s catching.
No nightmare like a Twitter nightmare, because one you put a Twitter nightmare out there, it’s online forever via screenshotting!
Do you have the urge…to purge?
Call me a pilgrim to Gomorrah if you will, for though I did not compose this title, I do embrace and endorse it.