I'm rather confused as to which is worse. Seeing my lesbian principal screw a dead horse in the middle of a femminist convention, or sitting through this detrimental, pain inducing piece of petrified dog shit from hell again. This movie has the power to destroy even the emptiest of the teenybopper brains. Heres a tip: if a movie title has words such as "prettiful", "butterfly", or "cuddly-cute", it's always best to run for a church, clutch a cross to your heart, and ask the priest if Eve eating the Apple is bad enough for the punishment of this movie. I'd rather drop acid in my eyes than see Glitter again.
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