Mr. Cranky, You didn't see the movie, did you? Or perhaps you have the I.Q. of an acorn. An acorn obsessed with breasts, that is. I frankly feel sorry for you. To you, sunlight must be an ugly radiation from a blaring ball of destructive fire. You are actually so critical that it blinds you. You are unable to comprehend a single word of a script because your mind is so preoccupied with what your "clever" statement to bash it will be. Film critics are supposed to see a bit more in movies than the public does. You missed the entire point of The Opposite of Sex. In a brilliant, complex movie discussing the importance of sex as a biological highlighter for humankind, all you walked out of the theatre with was a knowledge that there were boobs.... and you wern't able to see them. After reading your pathetic excuse for a review, I decided I would be better off reading reviews by the deaf music critic. Grab some eyes and a brain before you dare start to write your breast-obsessed opinions again. I can't believe you call yourself a critic. You're way more like an acorn.
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