Nigger can't tell the difference between a blogpost and a missive written in the first person.
I have no expectation that any of you give a solitary fuck about my day, but I invite you to laugh at my impotent rage none the less.
If I bit him, it's because he put his hand in my mouth.
And stating that the board is half-dead is not an attack - it is a bloodless assessment.
I am here, to bring my bantz to market, because a thing that is half dead, is still also definitively, half alive.
Problem is, in order to discern if a movie is an over-promoted heap of post-modernism nowadays, you either have to watch the thing, or wrangle an opinion out of someone who has.
God knows the promotional material will either spoil the main twist, or indicate nothing about the film at all.
Sometimes I'm concerned that I'm missing out on some actually enjoyable cinema, but I now default to avoiding anything that gets hyped, on the assumption that they could have spent the marketing budget on making a better film.
It's just better that way.