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Yes! The epic faceplam shitpile what-the-fuck-was-that?-a-thon is coming to London! Plastic spoons are being sharpened, and tuxedo football will take place! If you don't know what I'm talking about I suggest you at least watch the nostalgia critic's review of it here. I've not seen it all the way through but what I have seen of it (best highlights in the review), suggest it is a film held together by pure wtf and possibly drugs. Not bad exactly, it's so bizarre it lacks the offensiveness of really bad films like Battlefield Earth, and while it is unrepentanly awful, the sheer weird factor works to neutralise it and leaves a sense of 'did you see what I just saw, or was it a really odd dream?'
So anyway, I'm definitely going with all my friends, and everyone's welcome. Just make sure you bring booze. And stay off hard drugs. I'd hate to imagine what this film would be like on hard drugs. Might actually make sense. Scary thought.
So anyway, I'm definitely going with all my friends, and everyone's welcome. Just make sure you bring booze. And stay off hard drugs. I'd hate to imagine what this film would be like on hard drugs. Might actually make sense. Scary thought.