Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Faces of fists

I should have followed my gut instinct and not have chosen a Jesse Eisenberg black comedy. Unfunny predictable piece of shit. Street gang mugs an office geek and as a revenge he wants to learn karate. Irritated how they tried to execute offbeat humour. Nowhere near anything funny. Just a fucking waste of time.
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