Little Miss Sunshine
Sep. 11th, 2006 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skull_bearerDo not see.
Do. Not. See!
Have respect for your braincells and go and see Snakes on a Plane or something, because at least that film knows where it stand and doesn't try to be painfully meaningfultm. It isn't anywhere near as funny as they're selling it, and the gags tend to be repeated ad nauseum.
In fact, what I thought of the film can be summed up in one example of what I did halfway through it. I opened my bag, pulled out a book, and started reading. What was that book? 'This Way to the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen', by Tadeusz Borowski.
In other words, I prefered to read a holocaust account by a man who commited suicide a few years after it was published. It was funnier than the film I was watching. It also meant I learn a whole lot more about human nature than by watching the aformentioned f***ing film. The whole message of LIttle Miss Sunshine was just warped. My pet peeve was the son who couldn't get into flying school because he was colour blind. What the f*ck was that? Way to go deux ex machina you bleeding idiots.
The only message I did like was probably an involuntary one, which was getting the little girl to dress as a stripper in a kiddy beauty pageant. 'cause we all know these things are run by paedophiles after all.
Oh yes, and way to go Hollywood for putting in the occasional gay guy, now, if you could get off your fragile straight arses and actually give him a boyfriend, you might have answered the whole flipping equality thing. But no, it's all got to be censored otherwise your balls will explode. Oh yes, and no lesbians, because Lesbians are just straight women waiting for her guy to notice her, don't chaknow.
Yes, I am mad, you don't like me when I'm f***ing mad, but I'm mad because I wasted six pounds on a film that only served to make me wish chinese water torture on the director, producer, and the whole f***ing crew.
Okay, I'm now going to have a cool shower before I self-destruct.
Do. Not. See!
Have respect for your braincells and go and see Snakes on a Plane or something, because at least that film knows where it stand and doesn't try to be painfully meaningfultm. It isn't anywhere near as funny as they're selling it, and the gags tend to be repeated ad nauseum.
In fact, what I thought of the film can be summed up in one example of what I did halfway through it. I opened my bag, pulled out a book, and started reading. What was that book? 'This Way to the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen', by Tadeusz Borowski.
In other words, I prefered to read a holocaust account by a man who commited suicide a few years after it was published. It was funnier than the film I was watching. It also meant I learn a whole lot more about human nature than by watching the aformentioned f***ing film. The whole message of LIttle Miss Sunshine was just warped. My pet peeve was the son who couldn't get into flying school because he was colour blind. What the f*ck was that? Way to go deux ex machina you bleeding idiots.
The only message I did like was probably an involuntary one, which was getting the little girl to dress as a stripper in a kiddy beauty pageant. 'cause we all know these things are run by paedophiles after all.
Oh yes, and way to go Hollywood for putting in the occasional gay guy, now, if you could get off your fragile straight arses and actually give him a boyfriend, you might have answered the whole flipping equality thing. But no, it's all got to be censored otherwise your balls will explode. Oh yes, and no lesbians, because Lesbians are just straight women waiting for her guy to notice her, don't chaknow.
Yes, I am mad, you don't like me when I'm f***ing mad, but I'm mad because I wasted six pounds on a film that only served to make me wish chinese water torture on the director, producer, and the whole f***ing crew.
Okay, I'm now going to have a cool shower before I self-destruct.
*self-destructs*
