Sep 12, 2007 21:37
So...My father is the kind of person who hated Hot Fuzz, my sister is the kind of person who hated Pan's Labyrinth, and my mother is the type to ask loud, inane questions over everything ("Why are they wearing so much black?" during the Matrix, for example). How I have gone so long without smothering these people in their sleep, I have no idea.
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But don't worry, opening day rolled around and the reviews were so bad that we just decided not to go...but we were close....we were close
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and i never said i disliked pan's labyrinth. i liked it a lot. i just criticized for not having a single happy moment. it's all "look at the sad girl. let's think of ways to continuously fuck her over until she's ultimately shot dead."
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Anything with remotely British humor or lack of explosions is just "Where's the movie?". This would be like you taking them to an art museum and then Dad going, "Where's the boobs?" and only decideing to look at pictures with naked chicks and commenting the whole time...all while Mom is going "Why did they wear their hair like that? Who is that person? Why do they have a portrait? How come I don't have a portrait? Danielle, you should make me a portrait! How come that one looks bad? I could draw that. That's stupid. I should be an art-ist. Be a lawyer." And then she and Dad make out and you have to scorch another memory from your brain. You know EXACTly what I'm talking about.
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