in the seemingly endless pile of Japanese rubbish disguised as entertainment. Now that I've said that I must get back to my mountain of worthless filmic garbage. Keep them coming becuz they are one of the few things of meaning in an otherwise broken down, worthless life!
Whole sight; or all the rest is desolation.
Oh, my goodness, TDF! What a forlorn post. As Admiral Kimmel said, things are never that bad. (Okay, they are, but it's stuff like this that keeps us breaded- and circused-up whilst oblivion beckons in the shapes of the reincarnations of Brigham Young and Mortimer Snerd.)
Anyway, check out the good news on my new post hereabouts. Criterion has momentarily run low on uber-pretentious tittles and so is bringing this and a trio of other of Japan's finest in an Eclipse box set in November. After the election and just before Thanksgiving, when we'll need it most.
Right on time to usher in a new regime with Ye Olde Trashe.
So cheer up, old pal!
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I am more cheered by Mortimer's love of Rage Against the Machine. Also, that Assange is being kept in aspic as he attempt's to escape his ass pick. Enough cheer for now.
Obtained from the liver of the inflatable mongoose.
I don't think the aspicked dandy will like the way Ecuadorians leak. Better a chicken monster. Inflatable, natch.
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