And before you break out your Politically Correct sticks and take a swipe at me, know that Mercedes’ size is relevant to the episode.
Which means I can ridicule her for it all I want. Bwa ha.
Alright alright, only a little bit.
Or, in Mercedes’ case, not so little.
Okay, I’ll stop.
I don’t even want to give Movie 43 any time.
I know something this bad would be perfect for a review blog titled I Just Hate Everything, but this “movie” is just so empty and devoid of value that even I can’t be fucked talking about it.
Yes, it’s that bad. In case you were wondering.
WARNING: Extremely biased review incoming. If you’re only here to get your I Just Hate Everything fix (I can dream), then I implore you to ignore me wanking on about my “feelings” and skip down to Reasons to Hate. Otherwise, come walk through the fire with me.
So I think I better start off with a bit of sourness before I completely lose all my dignity.
I saw the trailer for this movie when I went to see Twishite: Breaking Bladders Part are-you-fucking-kidding-me-they-made-it-into-2-movies. And I was not convinced. It looked like another overindulgent teen movie that was all about how, like, high school is totes the most important time of our lives evar Lolz #yolo.
And yes, that element does creep through every now and then.
But The Perks of Being a Wallflower is the only movie this year, and definitely in a long time, that has actually made me feel something for longer than 5 minutes after watching it.
It’s been almost 24 hours, and I still can’t get it off my mind. And that’s an accomplishment. What, with all the porn and vidya games us kids have these days.