I tried to watch a few minutes of this awful movie...I just wanted to beat the kid with a chair leg until he was nothing but a crying pile of pulp. And to think, there was a time I was excited about it. But then it became a fucking love letter to hipsters with the obnoxious soundtrack and UTNE Reader-level pretentious story (one of the Wild Things is named Ira? Choke on your goddamn soy chai tea!)
Anyway, if the film was anything like this, I'd be singing it's praises.
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