Monday, June 23, 2014

Have a pancake on a hammock

I hate blatant lies. On the cover, the movie was given either 5 stars or 4 stars by all those professional critics. Ah, and not to forget 4 and half stars by some dimwit genius. If it was even close that great, they'd speak about this fucking movie everywhere. They couldn't stop talking about it. Incessant non-stop fucking hallelujah. Get a real job, losers. The movie is well below average, and fucking stays there.
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