I have had it with these motherfucking death-dolls on this motherfucking plane.
They board, I'm bored. They all have histories; we all have histories. All of them have boarding passes - we have the option to press stop. The 'Upper-Class' (what is this, fucking Abraham Maslow?) looks just like economy minus the aisle arrangement. Good; less clutter and more budget reserve.
I woke up strange this beautiful morning. I cannot go on writing reviews for films I have barely managed to sit through, or have had to use ganja to keep things interesting in a detached way. For you see it can go both ways.
The use of ganja, Stolli, 'Drugstore Cowboy' during a bad film is for the purpose…