We are the collective dog that follows the stick thrown by our appointment-by-apathy master, the media zeitgeist; when we return to our bowl, greed manifests itself in our bowl in the form of high fructose corn syrup, and any new magical concoction that increases market capitalization.
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Kind of like a techno-punk Groundhog’s Day, we were all just biting our nails waiting for the inevitable ending to wash away our fears.
Seriously oddball love-flick pretty much elevates Adam Sandler past criticism, period.
The spoiled feminazi played by Julia Stiles nearly ruined Heath Ledger for me and is also the only thing I associate with Sarah Lawrence University.
Lies, all lies; what’s on this sweet, iconic poster isn’t even a scene in this b-movie.
Nobody remembers the narrative of abuse and emotional disintegration, only how hot Brando looked in an undershirt.
Heartwarming family films with cute animals and surprising situations usually just end up in mountains of merchandise.
Guns instead of swords, this extasy-enhanced trip was the hotter, better way of preparing for your Shakespeare exam.
